The Pale Fracture

toegevoegd een audio Literature

2026-08-19 16:31:46 -

The Pale Fracture

The bell tolled at dawn. It was a low, mournful sound that vibrated in my teeth. I stood before the Great Mirror. The glass was cold. It held my reflection. I was seven years old. My hands were small. They were stained with soot. The soot was from the mines. I loved the dark. I loved the weight of it. I pressed my face against the cold surface. My breath fogged the glass. I wiped it away. My...

0 Reacties 0 aandelen 1 Views 0 voorbeeld