The Distant Threshold
The cell was cold. Stone cold. I waited. My brother sat across from me. He did not blink. "We have to talk," I said. He looked at his hands. "You know why we are here," he said. "I know." "Do you?" "Yes." A knock on the iron gate. The warden entered. He wore black. His face was a mask. "The Inquisitor comes," he said. My brother stood up. "Finally," he whispered. The door opened. Light flooded...
0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 1 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen