The Distant Promise
The house in the Hollow was not built to be loved, but to be endured. It stood on a bluff of black slate that overlooked a river which had turned the color of old bruised meat, swollen by three days of unceasing rain. Elias Thorne, a man whose uniform had begun to fray at the cuffs but whose spine remained as rigid as the oak doorframe he leaned against, watched the water rise with the detached...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews