The Faded Shield
The rain fell upon the cobblestones of Ashworth’s Mill with a rhythmic, hollow thud, a sound that seemed to originate from the very bones of the earth rather than the sky above. "Are you listening, boy, or are you letting the grey water fill your ears?" Elias turned his head slowly. The sound of the rain was indeed filling him, a cold, creeping dampness that had nothing to do with the weather...
0 Comments 0 Shares 3 Views 0 Reviews