The Faded River
The mud sucked at his boots with a wet, tearing sound. It was not just mud. It was the earth itself, alive and hungry, pulling at the leather, the bone, the breath. Silas fell. He hit the ground hard, the impact rattling his teeth. He tasted iron. He tasted old blood. Around him, the forest was not silent. It screamed. The trees did not sway; they thrashed. Branches snapped like gunshots. The...
0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 2 Views 0 Anteprima