The Pale Exile

σε πρόσθεσε στο Literature

2026-08-23 06:53:40 -

The Pale Exile

The quill scratched against the vellum, a dry, rasping sound that cut through the damp silence of the cellar. Elias’s hand trembled, not from cold, though the air tasted of mildew and stale stone, but from the hollow ache in his stomach. He looked up, his eyes burning with a fever that had kept him awake for three days, watching the pale light of the single tallow candle flicker against the low...

0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 1 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση