The Distant Wound
The gray light of the Reclamation Zone filtered through the high, barred windows, casting long, skeletal shadows across the sterile concrete floor. Elias Thorne stood in the intake corridor, his hands trembling so violently that the ceramic shard he clutched rattled against his palm. It was a fragment of a blue-glazed bowl, cracked down the center, stained with the earth of a garden that no...
0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 1 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen