The Golden Farce
You wake in the silence of the Great Hall, a space that stretches out before you like a frozen sea of gold and shadow. The air is thick, tasting of old dust and the metallic tang of impending rain, a scent that has permeated the very stones of this impossible place. You are not alone, though the distance between you and the others is vast, a chasm of polished marble that seems to swallow sound...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews