The Golden Harbor
The rain fell upon the stone like a verdict. Thomas stood in the center of the hall. He was still. He was a statue of duty. His armor was cold. The iron bit into his shoulders. He felt the weight of it. Not just the metal. The history. The blood. The lie. Outside, the wind howled. It screamed through the archways. It sought to break the glass. It failed. The house held. The house always held....
0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 2 Views 0 Vista previa