The Faded Quadrant

agregó una foto Literature

2026-08-19 01:03:47 -

The mud was thick. It sucked at my boots with a wet, heavy pull that felt personal, like a hand trying to drag me down into the earth. I could taste copper in my mouth. Not blood. Just the metallic tang of fear and adrenaline. My rifle was heavy in my hands, the stock slick with sweat. I was pinned behind a concrete barrier, the air filled with the sharp, stinging scent of ozone and burnt...

0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 1 Views 0 Vista previa