The Faded Portrait

added blog Literature

2026-08-19 12:13:27 -

The train cut through the mist like a blade through silk. I watched the hills roll by, green and ancient, indifferent to the weight of my soul. We were going to the Palace. Or so the order stated. A summons for the Captain. A summons for me, his shadow. The air in the carriage was stale, smelling of damp wool and iron. I leaned back, closing my eyes. My reflection stared at me from the dark...

0 Comments 0 Shares 3 Views 0 Reviews