The Distant Journey
The brass buttons were gone. Thomas Ashworth stared at the mirror. The uniform hung on the hook. It was empty. The buttons lay in a small pile on the windowsill. They were cold. They were dark. He picked one up. It was heavy. It felt like a stone. He held it to his ear. It did not ring. "Throw them out, Tom," said a voice from the doorway. It was Elias. Elias leaned against the frame. He did...
0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 1 Views 0 önizleme