The book of John Doe
You stare at the snarling pack.
Your heart races. Sand clings to your skin Continue Reading
You stare at the snarling pack.
Your heart races. Sand clings to your skin Continue Reading →
You meet it midair, blade flashing. The impact jars your shoulder, but the steel bites deep, and the beast crumples at your feet with a strangled yelp. Continue Reading →
You turn to the magus.
—He comes with me.
The magus studies your guide for a long moment. Continue Reading →
The desert opens before you like a wound slowly healing over. Continue Reading →
The desert tightens around you.
You ride single file, the guide in front, Robert behind. No one speaks. Continue Reading →
« Non » triste écho du passé…
Encore une larme égarée Continue Reading →
You shake your head, heart tightening as the woman urges you to flee. Continue Reading →
You nod, swallowing the heavy lump of doubt in your throat.
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You see the Baroness depart with Sir Stevan, as your guide, by your side. Hw knows very well the routes that lead to and from this city. Continue Reading →
The desert offers no apology for its silence. Hours pass beneath the blazing eye of the sun, and each night the crow returns. Continue Reading →
