Author : Drac Von Stoller
Publisher : Drac Von Stoller
ISBN 13 :
Total Pages : 12 pages
Book Rating : 4./5 ( download)
Book Synopsis The Phantom Poet by : Drac Von Stoller
Download or read book The Phantom Poet written by Drac Von Stoller and published by Drac Von Stoller. This book was released on 2024-08-05 with total page 12 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: In the heart of the city, where the relentless hum of traffic and the cacophony of human life created a perpetual din, stood an old, gothic building. Its gargoyles, frozen in eternal grimace, seemed to guard the secrets hidden within its crumbling walls. It was here, in the dusty, forgotten attic, that whispers of a phantom poet first began to circulate. The building, a looming structure of weathered stone and intricate ironwork, had stood for over a century. Its spires reached towards the sky like gnarled fingers, and its windows, some cracked and others boarded up, reflected the city's lights in eerie patterns. The locals called it the "Inkwell," a nickname born from its long-standing association with the written word and the dark mysteries that seemed to seep from its very foundations. The Inkwell was home to the city's oldest newspaper, the Daily Chronicle. Founded in 1872, the Chronicle had been a witness to the city's transformation from a modest port town to a sprawling metropolis. Its pages had chronicled wars, economic booms and busts, technological revolutions, and the ever-changing face of society. The newspaper itself was a relic of a bygone era, stubbornly clinging to tradition in a world increasingly dominated by digital media. Inside, the building was a labyrinth of narrow corridors, creaking staircases, and rooms filled with the musty scent of old paper and ink. The basement housed ancient printing presses, now silent and covered in dust, but still bearing testament to the newspaper's illustrious history. The ground floor bustled with activity, a stark contrast to the quiet upper floors where time seemed to move at a different pace. It was a place steeped in history, where the echoes of bygone eras seemed to linger in the shadows. Every corner held a story, every creaking floorboard a secret. The staff, a mix of seasoned veterans and fresh-faced rookies, often spoke in hushed tones about the building's peculiarities – the elevator that sometimes took you to floors that didn't exist, the whispers heard in empty rooms, and the inexplicable cold spots that defied explanation.
