Javer's Iron and Justice (12)

A long story.

About a certain tragedy, and a distortion.

“······.”

I merely listened in silence.

The teacup sitting on the table had gone cold before I knew it.

I toyed with its lukewarm temperature, my fingers tapping lightly against the rim.

My breathing flowed calmly.

Ticktock-.

The clock hands ticked busily.

The silence briefly veered off course...