The Distant Clue
The seal was broken. It lay in the center of the table, a circle of wax the color of dried blood. The sigil within it, a lion devouring its own tail, had been cracked by the pressure of the quill. Aldric stared at it. The room was cold. Outside, the rain hammered against the high windows of the keep, a relentless, gray drumming that seemed to echo the hollow sound inside his chest. He was the...
0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 45 Views 0 önizleme