The Pale Garden

ha aggiunto una foto Literature

2026-08-21 16:24:26 -

The Pale Garden

The cellar of the old manor smelled of damp earth and rotting wood, a scent that clung to the back of Silas’s throat like a heavy velvet glove. He stood in the flickering light of a single tallow candle, his fingers trembling as they brushed against the cold, slick stones. The banquet hall above was a cacophony of clinking glass and raucous laughter, a distant, muffled thunder compared to the...

0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 2 Views 0 Anteprima