The Distant Legend
The coat was still on the hook by the door. It had been there for three days, a heavy charcoal wool garment with a lining that smelled faintly of lavender and old dust, the kind of scent that belongs to a house where time has stopped moving forward, and I stood in the hallway of the municipal archive, my hand hovering over the brass knob, trying to remember if I had actually left it there or if...
0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 8 Views 0 Anteprima