The Distant Whispers

added blog Literature

2026-08-22 12:47:10 -

The feast hall of Avarice smelled of roasted boar and rust. It was a thick, metallic scent that coated the back of Elias’s throat, making him gag despite the hunger gnawing at his belly. He stood in the shadows near the great hearth, his hands trembling as he watched the Duke of Avarice raise a goblet of wine. The Duke’s face was a mask of polished stone, but his eyes, hidden behind the heavy...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews