The Wistful Campus

Ajouter une nouvelle offre d'emploi Literature

2026-08-17 17:24:35 -

I woke in the cold. The air bit my face. It tasted of iron and old blood. I opened my eyes. Darkness. Absolute. I sat up. My head throbbed. A dull, rhythmic pain. Behind my left eye. I touched it. My fingers found a gash. Crusted. Dark. I looked down. My tunic. It was torn. Ragged. The fabric was gray. Once white. Now stained with mud and something darker. I stood. My legs shook. They felt...

0 Commentaires 0 Parts 1 Vue 0 Aperçu