The Distant Summer

added blog Literature

2026-08-17 23:28:14 -

The champagne flutes are heavy. You hold one in each hand, the stems cold against your palms. The chandelier above you is a forest of crystal, refracting the warm, amber light of the ballroom into a thousand tiny, dancing stars. It is a beautiful room. It is a room built for ghosts. You are here for the audit. That is what you tell yourself. You are here to count the silver, to check the...

0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews