The Golden Downtown
The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors of mud and rot. Elias Thorne walked with the heavy, shuffling gait of a man whose bones had been chipped away by years of silent screaming. He was a sinner, or so the town claimed, though the specific nature of his crime had faded into the collective memory like a bruise that...
0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 2 Views 0 previzualizare