The Wistful Crossroads
You take the train north. The wheels click. It is a cold morning. The air tastes of iron and ash. You are a detective. You are tired. You have come to the city of Grey. The city is old. It smells of coal smoke and wet stone. The buildings are tall and dark. They lean against the sky. You look for the house. It is on the edge of the map. It is a place of silence. You know the name. The House of...
0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 2 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen