The Distant Joke
The sky broke open. Not with rain, but with light. A white, searing silence that stripped the world of shadow. I stood on the ridge, my sword in my hand, the steel singing a high, thin note against the wind. My name is Arthur. I am a soldier of the Crown. Or I was. Before the light took the shape of my face. Before the mirror walked. I had marched for three days through the black pine forests....
0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 1 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση