Short Stories - At Good Old Pera
After her grand-grand father, how far could she go back in time, if the letters didn't allow? Because the words were already gone by time. The stories left the truth...
After her grand-grand father, how far could she go back in time, if the letters didn't allow? Because the words were already gone by time. The stories left the truth...
A sense of extraordinaire surrounded her, as soon as she entered Sintra. The centuries-old castles and mansions were lying humbly upon hills, skillfully hidden by the nature. There she was at the...
It was not the halls what curtains separated, but time. This place was something else. It was her first time at the Rose Bar. Brian Newman's jazz band looked and...
She kept climbing up the hill. Like the water, she found her own way through this medieval town. All of a sudden, thunderstorms started as if the rain wanted to...
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