The Faded Portrait

bir ses eklendi Literature

2026-08-18 12:12:56 -

The alarm in the dormitory bled a low, electronic hum into the grey morning, a sound that had become the only clock Caelen trusted. He sat on the edge of the narrow cot, his boots already laced tight, the leather creaking softly in the silence of the bunk. Around him, the other recruits lay in various states of waking, their breath misting in the cold air of the barracks. Caelen did not look at...

0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 1 Views 0 önizleme