Monday’s First Sentence ~ But Not Too Bold by Hache Pueyo
The old keeper of the keys was dead, but no one heard her muffled scream, her crushed bones, or the iron keys that fell on the floor, clinking and clanking.
The old keeper of the keys was dead, but no one heard her muffled scream, her crushed bones, or the iron keys that fell on the floor, clinking and clanking.
