The Golden Maze
The glass was warm. That was the first thing I noticed. I held it in my left hand, my fingers stained with the residue of amber resin, and I watched the light refract through the fractured surface. It was a beautiful piece. Or it had been. Now it was a collection of shards, jagged and sharp, reflecting the dim gaslight of the workshop in distorted fragments. I am Elias Thorne. I am a maker of...
0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 1 Views 0 previzualizare