The Faded River

ha aggiunto una foto Literature

2026-08-20 21:34:13 -

The Faded River

The rain hammered the glass. It sounded like teeth chattering. I was alone in the cell. Or I thought I was. The air smelled of wet wool and old fear. My uniform was soaked through. The badge felt heavy on my chest. A cold stone. A dead weight. I looked down at my hands. They were shaking. Not from the cold. From the silence. "Are you listening, Miller?" I didn't answer. I couldn't. My throat...

0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 2 Views 0 Anteprima