The Golden Scar
Chapter One Bayani Tomas’s fingers, stained with the rust of the filing cabinet’s interior, slid across the brass drawer until the friction of the metal against his skin ceased, leaving only the cold weight of the ledger in his hands, a weight that had grown heavier with every year he had served the Ministry of Memory, that institution which stood at the edge of the estero where the water ran...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews