Chapter 8: Villanelle’s Anxiety
The morning sunlight filtered through the stained glass, casting mottled shadows onto the high dome of the Academy Greenhouse. The air was thick with a peculiar scent—a mixture of hay,…
The morning sunlight filtered through the stained glass, casting mottled shadows onto the high dome of the Academy Greenhouse. The air was thick with a peculiar scent—a mixture of hay,…