The Golden Downtown
The amber vial sat in the center of the table, catching the weak light of the afternoon sun that filtered through the grime-streaked windows of the municipal office. It was a small thing, unassuming in its glass casing, yet it held a weight that bent the air around it. Elias Thorne, a man whose uniform had long since lost its crispness to the damp rot of the town, stared at the contents. The...
0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 1 Visualizações 0 Anterior