The Faded Photograph

a adăugat un sunet Literature

2026-08-20 17:55:31 -

The road to Oakhaven was a ribbon of red dirt that wound through the pines like a scar. I had walked it for three days. My boots were worn thin. The leather cracked against my soles. I carried a wooden case. It was heavy. Inside lay the old bell. It had hung in the town square for a century. The Order had sent me to take it back. I stopped at the crossroads. A stream crossed my path. The water...

0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 1 Views 0 previzualizare