The Golden Oath
The air in the sub-basement of the Meridian Institute tasted of dust and ozone, a sharp metallic tang that Elara had long since learned to associate with the presence of the oldest files. She stood before the glass case, her fingers tapping a rhythmic, impatient code against the cool surface, while Julian stood across from her, his face pale and drawn tight with a fear that looked less like...
0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 2 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen