It made no difference where he went, or whether he went anywhere at all. And then, as he faced the yellow and white peaks on the horizon, the second thought reached him, a purpose from the despair. If nothing was watching, if all was indifferent, then nothing could stop him either. He could cross...
It made no difference where he went, or whether he went anywhere at all. And then, as he faced the yellow and white peaks on the horizon, the second thought reached him, a purpose from the despair. If nothing was watching, if all was indifferent, then nothing could stop him either. He could cross...