The Pale Verdict
The road leaves you behind. You stand at the edge of the town. The mist is thick. It tastes of iron and wet stone. You hold the ledger. It is heavy. It is your weight. "Goodbye, Thomas." Captain Harlow stands beside you. He does not look at you. He looks at the trees. They are black shapes against the gray sky. They do not move. "I am going to the border," you say. "I know." "Do you believe I...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews