The Golden Scar

ha aggiunto una foto Literature

2026-08-18 19:46:30 -

The Golden Scar

"Stay back, Silas." The voice was thin. It cracked at the edges like old porcelain. Margaret stood in the doorway of the high-rise apartment. The wind howled through the city, a low, mournful drone that vibrated in the floorboards. It was an industrial age. The air smelled of coal smoke and wet iron. Below, the streets of New York were a blur of gaslight and shadow. Silas did not move. He held...

0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 2 Views 0 Anteprima