The Pale Path

ha aggiunto una foto Literature

2026-08-20 10:24:47 -

The Pale Path

Marek woke with the taste of ash in his mouth. He was still in the dream. The field was white. Not snow. Bone. The sky was the color of a bruised plum. He saw a figure standing on the ridge. It was wearing a coat made of tattered flags. The figure did not move. It waited. Marek tried to speak but his tongue felt heavy and cold. He woke up in the trench. Mud. The smell of wet wool and old blood....

0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 2 Views 0 Anteprima