The Faded Paradox
The rain slicked the cobblestones of the Old Quarter, turning the city into a mirror of gray sky and jagged rooftops. You walked with your head down, counting the steps to keep from thinking. One. Two. Three. The number was a shield. It kept the dark thoughts at bay. You were a boy of twelve, small for your age, with eyes that saw too much. Your friend, Silas, walked beside you. He was older,...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews