The Distant Temple

agregó una foto Literature

2026-08-18 14:39:40 -

The banquet hall of the Holloway estate did not smell of roasted pheasant or aged wine, but of ozone, wet stone, and the metallic tang of blood that had not yet dried, a scent that seemed to cling to the heavy velvet drapes like a stubborn, invisible guest. Captain Elias Holloway stood at the head of the long mahogany table, his uniform immaculate, his face a mask of rigid composure that belied...

0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 31 Views 0 Vista previa