The Faded River

toegevoegd een audio Literature

2026-08-19 11:16:24 -

The Faded River

The wine is red. Thick as arterial blood. It stains the tablecloth, which is white, which is a lie. You are young. Your hands are small. They tremble. The tremor is not fear. It is exhaustion. The banquet hall is vast. Stone walls. High ceilings. Candles burn low. The wax pools. The smell is heavy. Sweat. Wax. Iron. You sit at the far end. The lord sits at the head. He is old. His face is a map...

0 Reacties 0 aandelen 2 Views 0 voorbeeld