Samnýtt hljóð

This time, he pulled up to the foot of a hill just as the sunset faded into a bruised purple streak on the horizon. The scent of decaying grass and damp forest air filled his lungs. I’m standing before the manor gates," Alex spoke hoarsely into his lapel mic. The rusted iron gates shrieked like a h…

This time, he pulled up to the foot of a hill just as the sunset faded into a bruised purple streak on the horizon. The scent of decaying grass and damp forest air filled his lungs. I’m standing before the manor gates," Alex spoke hoarsely into his lapel mic. The rusted iron gates shrieked like a human wail as he pushed them open. Stepping inside, the evening insects suddenly fell silent, leaving only the sound of Alex’s boots crunching on dry leaves. The mansion loomed ahead like a giant beast,