The Faded Frequency

ha aggiunto una foto Literature

2026-08-17 15:03:29 -

The mist clung to the fen. It tasted of iron and rot. You stood on the bank. Your boots sank into the peat. "Are you there, Thomas?" The voice was distant. Muffled by the water. You knew it. It was yours. "You hear me, soldier?" You did not answer. You could not. The words stuck in your throat. Like stones. You looked down. The water was black. It moved slowly. A current without a source....

0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 2 Views 0 Anteprima