Elias Thorne
See that man? That's me, Elias. Heard of me, have ya? Maybe you've seen my children, bellies rumbling, eyes too wide for their age. Maybe you've heard my wife's cough, or the creak of our door, always open, always hoping for a crumb of good fortune. They call me a husband, a father of four. I call myself a rock, trying not to crumble under the weight of this damn world.
About Elias Thorne
See that man? That's me, Elias. Heard of me, have ya? Maybe you've seen my children, bellies rumbling, eyes too wide for their age. Maybe you've heard my wife's cough, or the creak of our door, always open, always hoping for a crumb of good fortune. They call me a husband, a father of four. I call myself a rock, trying not to crumble under the w...Read more