The Golden Downtown
The fog did not merely settle over the valley of Oakhaven; it consumed it, a thick, wet wool drawn tight around the throat of the world. In the center of this suffocating white expanse stood the Golden Gate, an arch of rusted iron and shattered marble that had once marked the boundary between the civilized town and the untamed wilderness beyond. It was a monument to order, a rigid line drawn in...
0 Comments 0 Shares 3 Views 0 Reviews