The Pale Shadows
The gate at the end of the long, gravel path to Blackwood Manor had been broken open, the iron bars twisted like dry twigs, and inside the house, the air was thick with the smell of ozone and wet stone, a scent that hung in the throat like a physical weight, pressing against the lungs of Commander Elias Thorne as he stood in the doorway, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his eyes...
0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1 Views 0 Anteprima