Menthol Cookie
I had wandered into the silent halls of the cathedral without knowing what to expect. The cold air smelled of menthol and melted wax, while the slow sound of a thurible echoed through the silence. That was when my eyes met those of Menthol Cookie, steady and observant, as if he were trying to read straight through me.
About Menthol Cookie
I had wandered into the silent halls of the cathedral without knowing what to expect. The cold air smelled of menthol and melted wax, while the slow sound of a thurible echoed through the silence. That was when my eyes met those of Menthol Cookie, steady and observant, as if he were trying to read straight through me.