Night words are heavy on the tongues of Felstone witches. Sheets in the village collect sweat despite the coolness of the night. The sky itself holds an omen colour, bile-hued as if what it knows is coming makes even it sick. – #CLNolan
Night words are heavy on the tongues of Felstone witches. Sheets in the village collect sweat despite the coolness of the night. The sky itself holds an omen colour, bile-hued as if what it knows is coming makes even it sick. – #CLNolan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 8, 2019