The Wistful Incense
The stone archway does not bow. You know this because you have struck it with your shoulder three times in the last hour, and it has not flinched. It stands there, a cold gray sentinel at the edge of the courtyard, unchanged since the reign of the last King. It is a place of endurance, a building that has outlasted the men who built it and the men who swore to defend it. You are standing in the...
0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews