The Faded Portrait

added blog Literature

2026-08-25 00:53:59 -

Act I "Do you know what a debt of memory tastes like?" I asked the rain, which was falling hard enough to drown the bells of the temple, though the bells themselves were silent, waiting for the hour that had not yet arrived. I stood in the queue for the ferry, the mud slick under my boots, and the air smelled of wet stone and the greasy, metallic tang of the silver cloak draped over my...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews