The Distant Temple
You think you can just hand over a ledger, do you? That was the first thing I said to the cat, which was sitting on the stone floor of the cellar, licking a paw with the slow, deliberate indifference of a creature that has eaten well for forty years. I was holding the book, my grandfather’s ledger, and the leather was so dry it felt like holding a dead thing, brittle and cracked along the spine...
0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1 Views 0 Anteprima