The Faded Guest

added blog Literature

2026-08-23 04:01:43 -

The Faded Guest

The frost had eaten the stone of the courtyard until it looked like cracked bone, and you counted the hours by the chipping of the ice against the palace walls, three hours since the sun went down, four hours since the last guard changed watch, five hours since the silence in the throne room began to press against your eardrums like deep water. You were Eamon, thirty years old, a royal guard...

0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews