The Distant Blade
The iron breath of the factory settled into the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones long before the morning shift whistle shrieked its metallic warning across the gray skies of the industrial town of Oakhaven, a place where the air tasted of rusted pennies and wet ash, and where the very stones seemed to weep a thin, oily sweat under the relentless, soot-heavy gaze of the sky. Elias, a man whose...
0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 2 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen