The Distant Promise

added blog Literature

2026-08-19 15:15:08 -

The rain had not stopped for three days. It tapped against the high, narrow windows of the keep with a rhythm that felt less like weather and more like a countdown. You sat in the corner of the stone chamber, your back against the cold wall, your hands folded in your lap. They were your hands. You knew them by the scars, the calluses, the way the knuckles jutted out like old bones. But when you...

0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews