The Golden Myth
The castle did not breathe, yet it felt alive in a way that the living things inside it did not, and I stood in the courtyard with the mud drying in the cracks of my boots, watching the sun dip below the jagged ridge of the north wall, knowing that this was the last time I would see the stone in the light, and that the light itself was a lie we all told each other to keep the cold from seeping...
0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 1 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen