Rain pattered down that evening. The light hum of rain drops hitting the pavement outside cast it’s sound through the castle walls.Read More
The glockenspiel stood high across the town square.
Below she stood. A warm breeze weaved through her ankles, sweeping up the hem of her skirts in the busy marktplatz.Read More
The only sound in the early hours of the morning were the clacks of worn clogs across the parquet.Read More