The Pale Exile
The city of Oakhaven did not sleep, but rather it breathed, a slow, rattling respiration of steam and soot that permeated every stone and shadow. It was an ancient metropolis, though its age was not measured in years but in the weight of its secrets, a labyrinth of cobblestones where the light from the gas lamps struggled against the perpetual twilight. In this grey expanse, Elara Vance moved...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews