The Pale Echo
The bell tolled once. It was a dull, wet sound, like a stone dropped into deep water. Elias stood in the center of the library. The air smelled of dust and dried lavender. He held the jar. It was heavy. The glass was thick. Inside, a single white rose floated in clear liquid. The petals were unblemished. They had not changed in thirty years. "You are late," said a voice. It came from the...
0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 1 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση