The Wistful Silence

bir ses eklendi Literature

2026-08-19 04:20:41 -

The iron gate of the Monastery of St. Jude stood open, a yawning mouth of rusted metal that breathed the cold, damp air of the valley into the cloister. I stood before it, my hands gripping the rough wood of the staff I carried, the grain biting into my palms with a familiar, dull ache. Behind me, the sound of the procession had faded into the thick mist, leaving only the echo of their...

0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 4 Views 0 önizleme