The Distant Ghost
The rain hits the tin roof of the clinic in a steady, metallic drumming that you have learned to tune out. You are sitting at the desk, sorting files that no one else in the town of Oakhaven seems to care about. The air smells of wet wool and stale coffee, a mundane backdrop to the strange, quiet tension that has settled over the community like a fog. You are the new intake officer, a role that...
0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 1 Views 0 önizleme