http://slow.writerscafe.org/Raven%20Held The original writings of author Raven Held en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776183237 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The crack in the sky was no biggerthan a sliver, a hairline fracture, just enough for the ghost of a breath toslip through. A tear in a world was a dangerous thing, a beacon for the wildestcreatures, hawk-eyed beasts and prowling scavengers alike.At the sight of it, she dove, herwing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raven-Held/1222843/ Eleven  Primrose  “The damage wasn’t all that bad,” I said. “Thank the world for that.”“Not that bad?” Dean yelled, and I saw Rox wince.“Sorry, Rox. Raven, she could’ve died! Who knows what th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raven-Held/996464/ The long awaited chapter 10. Sorry this took sooooo long! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raven-Held/996105/ TheSecret - Fiction by Joyce Chua  People had been speculating on the secretbehind those walls for years. 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