The Pale Circus

ha aggiunto una foto Literature

2026-08-21 00:27:25 -

The Pale Circus

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the windows of the municipal archive and turned the world outside into a watercolor of indistinct shapes. I sat at my desk, the one with the wobbly leg that I had never reported to facilities, and watched the droplets trace their slow, inevitable paths down the glass. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of day...

0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 2 Views 0 Anteprima