The Golden Harbor

a adăugat un sunet Literature

2026-08-21 18:21:54 -

The Golden Harbor

The mist clung to the stone. It did not drift. It breathed. Elara stood at the edge of the quay, her fingers white against the cold iron railing. Below, the water was black glass. Above, the sky was a bruise that would not heal. The town of Oakhaven slept. Or so it seemed. The windows were dark. The streets were empty. But the walls listened. They had always listened. Elara was a clerk. She...

0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 1 Views 0 previzualizare