The Wistful Voyage

a adăugat un sunet Literature

2026-08-17 22:06:22 -

The feast was a wound in the dark. You sat at the head of the long oak table. The candles shook, not from wind, but from the sheer weight of the silence. The hall of Blackwood Manor was thick with the smell of roasted swan and wet wool. Outside, the winter wind howled like a beast trapped in the walls. Inside, the lords of the valley sat in judgment. They did not speak. They watched you. Their...

0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 4 Views 0 previzualizare