The Distant Temple
You leave the city on a Tuesday. The sky is the color of a bruise. You drive north, away from the gray boxes and the quiet judgments of your colleagues. You are a detective. You have spent twenty years looking for truth in crime scenes, in lies, in the hollow eyes of the guilty. Now you are looking for something else. You are looking for the fox. Or rather, you are looking for what the fox is....
0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 1 Views 0 Vista previa