The Pale Echo

ha aggiunto una foto Literature

2026-08-22 06:48:21 -

The Pale Echo

The frost on the windowpane was a map I could no longer read. I stood before it. My breath fogged the glass. I wiped it away. The view remained. The village of Oakhaven lay still. The mist clung to the valley floor. It swallowed the church spire. It swallowed the old mill. It swallowed the road. I watched the fog move. It was not moving. It was breathing. A slow, wet exhalation. I am Dr. Elias...

0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1 Views 0 Anteprima