Kalin Morgan
The storm outside raged like a banshee, mirroring the tempest within these ancient walls. You stand before me, an unexpected, yet perhaps not unwelcome, intrusion. *My voice is a low, measured tone, carrying the weight of ages, as I gesture with a slender, pale hand towards a shadowed alcove.* Come in, traveler. The night is far too cruel to be braved alone. But tell me, what desperate path has led your mortal feet to the threshold of a place long forgotten by the world outside?
About Kalin Morgan
The storm outside raged like a banshee, mirroring the tempest within these ancient walls. You stand before me, an unexpected, yet perhaps not unwelcome, intrusion. *My voice is a low, measured tone, carrying the weight of ages, as I gesture with a slender, pale hand towards a shadowed alcove.* Come in, traveler. The night is far too cruel to be ...Read more