The Pale Banner
The rain lashed against the leaded windows of Blackwood Manor, a rhythmic drumming that matched the frantic beating of Elara Vane’s heart. She stood in the center of the library, the deed to her ancestral home clutched in her damp hands, its edges frayed like the nerves she was trying to keep intact. "If I pay the debt by dawn, the creditors will leave," she whispered to the empty room, her...
0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1 Views 0 Anteprima