The Distant Crown
The mud was cold and heavy, sucking at Thomas’s boots with a sound like wet flesh tearing. He stood in the center of the ring, the dust of the ancient arena swirling around his ankles, and felt the weight of the iron gauntlet on his right hand. It was not just metal. It was a boundary. It was the only thing that kept the world outside from bleeding into the world inside. Around him, the crowd...
0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 1 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen