The Wistful Ashes
The iron gates of the Ministry of Caloric Equilibrium stood closed, a monolith of rusted steel and bureaucratic despair that blocked the only exit from the Sector Four dormitory, and I stood before them with my hands clasped behind my back, feeling the cold seep through the thin wool of my uniform, a sensation that mirrored the hollow, aching void that had settled in my chest since the morning...
0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 3 Views 0 önizleme