The Faded Bouquet

hat ein neuen Blog hinzugefügt Literature

2026-08-19 03:17:16 -

The Faded Bouquet

The dream was wet. Water. Always water. It seeped through the floorboards of the barracks. It dripped from the ceiling beams. It pooled in the corners of the room, black and still. Arthur woke with gasps. His heart hammered. A frantic bird in a cage. The air in the dormitory was thick. Stale. It smelled of mildew and old sweat. He sat up. The others slept. Their faces were pale masks in the...

0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 1 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen