The Faded Bouquet
The bell in the tower of St. Jude’s did not ring for the hour, but for the collapse of the sky itself, a deafening, shrieking metallic groan that tore through the heavy, sulfurous air of the city and shattered the silence that had held the district of Oakhaven for three days. It was a sound that tasted of copper and old blood, and it struck the chest of Silas Thorne, the warden of the gate,...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews