The Distant Journey

ha aggiunto una foto Literature

2026-08-20 15:17:34 -

The rain does not fall here so much as it is exhaled by the sky, a cold, gray mist that seeps into the bones before the skin even registers the chill. You stand at the edge of the courtyard, your boots heavy with the mud of the lower wards, and you look up at the tower where the King sits, or rather, where the thing that wears the King’s face sits. The stone is slick, dark as wet iron, and the...

0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1 Views 0 Anteprima