The Golden Crossing

ha aggiunto una foto Literature

2026-08-20 21:04:22 -

The river at the edge of the valley had a name that no one on this side of the border remembered, and so we simply called it the water. It was thick with silt and the slow, heavy weight of rain that had fallen weeks ago, upstream in places I would never see. I stood on the muddy bank, my boots sinking into the earth, watching the current pull at the fraying hem of my coat. It was a cold, gray...

0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1 Views 0 Anteprima