White Bread The bread is left to knead between muffins and puff pastries. Then it moistens, its dough rises slowly in the clay oven, and everything smells of fresh yeast, butter and warm milk. The man opened the door of the bakery: it didn’t smell of anything, and he knew it right away. “Good morning,”…
Inspector Torres has had enough of the Vigil, even if he doesn’t yet know what the name means. He is ready to leave reality behind and dive into the World of Dreams, following the trail of a serial killer.
Inspector Torres has had enough of the Vigil, even if he doesn’t yet know what the name means. He is ready to leave reality behind and dive into the World of Dreams, following the trail of a serial killer.
