The Faded Bouquet

a adăugat un sunet Literature

2026-08-19 08:01:19 -

The Faded Bouquet

The rain fell in sheets of grey iron. It hammered the roof of the cart, a relentless drumming that matched the thumping of Silas’s heart. He sat hunched in the back, his hands wrapped around a wooden stake. The stake was rough, splintered, and stained with a dark, wet mud that looked uncomfortably like blood. Or perhaps it was the blood of the earth itself. It did not matter. What mattered was...

0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 1 Views 0 previzualizare