The Pale Exile
The seal cracked. It started at the edge. A thin line. Black. Sharp. Thomas stared at it. The wax was red. The gold lettering was gone. Just the break. He touched it. Cold. "Did you do this?" The voice came from the corner. Margaret stood there. Her hands were empty. "I found it," she said. "On the floor." Thomas looked up. The room was dark. Shadows moved in the corners. He felt the weight of...
0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 3 Views 0 Anteprima