The Pale Garden

toegevoegd een audio Literature

2026-08-18 13:41:43 -

The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, grey mist that clung to the eaves of the manor and the stone walls of the surrounding village. It was a damp that got into the bones, a cold that had nothing to do with temperature and everything to do with presence. I stood before the mirror, my hands trembling as they brushed the fabric of the dress. It was not white. It was not the...

0 Reacties 0 aandelen 10 Views 0 voorbeeld