V-01: The Sovereign of Silence
(Victorian Melancholy) The rain in London did not fall; it descended as a heavy, grey shroud, clinging to the soot-stained bricks of the Sovereign of Silence. Inside the manor, the air tasted of old paper and cold tea. Luo Ji sat in the library, the only room in the house where the clocks were forbidden to tick. Silence was not merely a preference here; it was a weapon. On the mahogany desk lay...
0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 5 Visualizações 0 Anterior