The Distant Nightmare
The ladder groaned under Elias’s boots, a sound that traveled up through the soles of his feet and into his knees, a sharp, rhythmic warning that the earth was watching him descend. He was thirty-four, though the mine had aged him into a man of fifty, his face a map of dust and exhaustion, his hands raw from gripping the iron rungs. Below him, the air grew thick, cold, and wet, carrying the...
0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 2 Views 0 previzualizare