The Distant Clue
The glass shattering against the stone floor of the great hall did not sound like a sound so much as a fracture in the air itself, a sharp, crystalline scream that cut through the heavy, incense-thickened silence of the cathedral and silenced the murmuring of the three hundred lords and ladies who stood in the shadow of the High Altar, their faces pale and drawn with the fear of what the Queen...
0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews