The Wistful Saga
The iron rang against the anvil, a sharp, percussive shriek that cut through the stagnant air of the forge, and it was in that precise, violent moment of impact that Elara realized the geometry of her own life had finally collapsed into a single, unyielding point of pain. She did not look up from the work, her arms moving with the mechanical precision of a woman who had long since surrendered...
0 Commentaires 0 Parts 2 Vue 0 Aperçu