The Distant Legend
The train hissed against the iron tracks, a long, mournful exhalation that seemed to pull the very breath from the air of Harrowgate. Elias Thorne stood on the platform, his hat in his hands, watching the carriage doors slam shut. He was not going. He was staying. The distinction felt heavy in his chest, a stone swallowed whole. His father, Arthur, had died three days prior, leaving behind a...
0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 1 Views 0 önizleme