The Distant Legend
Thorne. The name hung in the air of the drill hall, sharp as a snapped twig. Captain Halloway stood by the chalkboard, his back to the room, a piece of chalk held loosely between two fingers. He did not turn around. He simply waited, letting the silence stretch until it became a physical weight against Elias’s chest. Elias stood at attention, his boots scuffed, his spine aching from the damp...
0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 1 Views 0 previzualizare