The Distant Blade
The bell tolled for the dead. It was a heavy sound. Iron on iron. It shook the dust from the high rafters of the Abbey Hall. Elias stood still. His hands were trembling. He looked at the man on the floor. Sir Alistair. The Lord of the Vale. His throat was open. Red pooled beneath his head. Elias breathed in. He breathed out. He did not scream. He did not run. He reached down. He picked up the...
0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1 Views 0 Anteprima