The Distant Garden

added blog Literature

2026-08-22 18:26:08 -

The chisel bit into the limestone with a sound like a bone snapping, and the dust that flew up carried the scent of iron and wet earth. I wiped my brow with a sleeve that was already stiff with mortar, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the vibration that had taken root in my teeth three days prior. Above me, the Spire of Aethelgard rose into the low, bruised sky of the floating city,...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews