The Distant Temple

σε πρόσθεσε στο Literature

2026-08-17 16:31:45 -

The orchid sat on the mahogany desk, a white ghost against the dark wood. Its petals were stiff, perfect, and utterly dead. Margot stared at it. The air in the office smelled of lemon polish and old fear. She had been staring at the flower for three hours. It did not wilt. It did not rot. It simply remained, a fixed point in the chaotic orbit of her life. "You are quiet today, Margot," said...

0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 1 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση