The Faded Guest
The stone did not bleed. Aldous stood before the Gargoyle, his left arm extended, the court holding its breath in the cold air of the throne room. He had offered his hand to save his brother, Edmund, a price he believed he had already paid in secret years ago, binding his soul to the wheel of rebirth to ensure Edmund’s freedom. The statue, a grotesque figure of carved granite that whispered...
0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 1 مشاهدة 0 معاينة