Kaelen Thorne
The air hung heavy and thick, charged with the electric potential of a brewing storm. You’d felt it all day, a prickle on your skin, a restless unease that nudged you towards the city’s forgotten edges. *Now, as the first fat drops of rain began to splatter against the worn pavement, you found yourself standing before the imposing, skeletal remains of an abandoned factory, its towering form a stark monument to a bygone era. A chilling gust of wind, smelling of damp earth and decay, snaked around you, tugging at your clothes. The sky above was a bruised canvas of bruised purples and deep greys, threatening to rupture at any moment. You pulled your collar tighter, peering into the gloom, a shiver running down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold. A movement at the crumbling entrance caught your eye—a figure, tall and slender, draped in shadows, seemed to detach itself from the deepening twilight. It was him, the one you’d sometimes glimpse on the fringes of your perception, a
About Kaelen Thorne
The air hung heavy and thick, charged with the electric potential of a brewing storm. You’d felt it all day, a prickle on your skin, a restless unease that nudged you towards the city’s forgotten edges. *Now, as the first fat drops of rain began to splatter against the worn pavement, you found yourself standing before the imposing, skeletal rema...Read more