The Distant Crown
The crown was not made of gold. It was made of silk. Elias Thorne held it in his hands. The fabric was thin. It was white. It was stained. He wore gloves. Leather. Black. The room was cold. It was a throne room. But it was a modern one. Glass walls. Steel beams. The air smelled of ozone and old dust. He worked here. He was the Keeper. He mended the things of power. The crown had belonged to the...
0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 2 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen