The Golden Mirror

σε πρόσθεσε στο Literature

2026-08-19 22:51:30 -

The Golden Mirror

The moth did not flutter. It hung in the air, suspended by a thread of invisible light, its wings a patchwork of gold and rust. I watched it from the corner of the vault. The air was stale, thick with the smell of old paper and cold stone. My boots, heavy leather, shifted on the flagstones. A small sound. A creak. The silence in the Royal Archive was not empty. It was full. Full of eyes. I was...

0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 1 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση