The Faded Ruin
The air tasted like copper. I held the chisel. My hand shook. It was a bad sign. "Steady, Elias," I whispered. The wall breathed. It was a brick. A single, red brick in the corner of the basement. The foundation of the new Community Hub. The place where they would sort us. The place where the weak were culled. I was the mason. The last honest mason in Sector Four. My name is Elias Thorne. I...
0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 1 Views 0 önizleme