The Distant Legend

added blog Literature

2026-08-20 02:23:17 -

The iron gate is open. You are bleeding from the left cheek. The blood is hot. It stings. You wipe it away. The red smear is bright against your pale skin. You do not flinch. You never flinch. The hall is long. It is dark. The torches sputter in the draft. The air smells of wet stone and old fear. You walk down the center aisle. Your boots clang on the flagstones. The sound is sharp. It cuts...

0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews