The Pale Tower
The banquet hall of the estate known simply as The Hollow was a cavern of velvet and shadow, where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted pheasant, expensive wine, and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies that were already beginning to wilt in the heat of the crowded room. You stood at the edge of the marble floor, your dress a pale, almost spectral white that seemed to absorb the dim...
0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 4 Views 0 Anteprima