The Faded River
The ink on the ledger page was still wet, a dark bruise against the yellowed paper. Elias Thorne held the book in his hands, the dampness of the basement seeping through the leather cover and into his palms, and read the date of the entry: October 14, 1994. It was a simple notation, a correction to the provenance of the Codex Aurelius, but the correction was a lie. Dr. Aris had signed off on...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews