The Distant Summer
The mist in the valley of Oakhaven did not rise so much as it exhaled, a cold, damp breath that clung to the stone cottages and the dark, resinous pines that lined the riverbank. Elias Thorne, thirty years old and a constable for twelve, walked the muddy path toward the healer’s cottage with his boots sinking into the earth, each step a deliberate act of duty against the encroaching fog. He was...
0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 2 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen