The Golden Scar

σε πρόσθεσε στο Literature

2026-08-19 21:04:44 -

The Golden Scar

I dreamt of gold. Not the metal, but the light. It poured through the cracked shutters of my cell. It turned the dust motes into a swarm of winged insects. I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth. My hands were bound. The rope bit into my wrists. It was thick. It was rough. It smelled of wet wool. The room was small. Stone walls. A single window. The air was cold. It bit my lungs. I am a...

0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 1 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση