The Distant Temple
The bell tolls in your dream, a sound so deep and resonant that it seems to vibrate the marrow of your bones, waking you not with a start but with a slow, terrifying realization that the iron breastplate clutched to your chest is heavy with a weight that is not merely metal but the accumulated guilt of a thousand misunderstood silences. You are standing in the Great Hall of the Ashworth Manor,...
0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 1 Views 0 önizleme