Kavim

La langue originale est turc.

Genzini awoke him with a whiff of smoke. He knew this scent. The smell of a church sealed for years, the smell of candles burning in the church, of crumbling stones, melting marble, rotting wood, worn pages, and decaying corpses. He should have been terrified, but he looked around him instead. He saw a dark stain moving slowly. A shapeless, indistinct stain... A black silhouette... He smiled at th...