The Anvil of Pi
Act One: The DiscoveryThe rain in Derbyshire had a way of getting into your bones that no wool sweater could keep out. Thomas Whitmore knew this better than most. At fifty-two, his joints ached with the damp, and the doctor had suggested London. London, where the fog was so thick you could spread it on bread. But Thomas had refused. There was work to be done here, in the dales, in the old铅...
0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 5 مشاهدة 0 معاينة