The Golden Visit
The hall blazed. Candles burned low. Wax pooled. Hot. Thick. The air tasted of tallow and old blood. Lord Aldric sat high. On the throne. Gold circled his brow. His eyes were flat. Dead stones. He looked at Elias. Elias stood. Below. Small. Dust in the light. Elias held a book. Leather. Cracked. He felt the weight of it. Heavy. Real. The room hummed. Low. Vibrating. The guests whispered....
0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 4 Views 0 Anteprima