The Pale Circus

a adăugat un sunet Literature

2026-08-24 08:37:24 -

The Pale Circus

The parchment was heavy, weighted with wax that had cracked in the cold. I held it up to the tallow flame, the light turning the ink into a sludge of black and red. It was a bill of lading for three jars of mercury, signed by a merchant in Bruges. My hand trembled, not from the cold, but from the memory of the hand that had signed the treason papers eight years prior. I am Silas, and I am...

0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 2 Views 0 previzualizare