PREVIEW
... to turn dark.
"..."
Lockins had been silent for a long time.
Even through the screen, Rosalinda could feel the indignation between his brows.
Lockins’ artwork wasn’t bad in itself, within the ranks of the Sacred level, it could be considered acceptable.
The picture depicted a blurred study room with a vast ice field outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the world outside blanketed in bright, white snow, and Lockins’ figure appeared both within this room an ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
































