
The Ripples
He stood at the riverbank, stone in hand. Behind him: a woman who loved him. Ahead: a path to power. Both could not be his. The stone was small, ordinary. Yet when he released it, the water did not simply…
He stood at the riverbank, stone in hand. Behind him: a woman who loved him. Ahead: a path to power. Both could not be his. The stone was small, ordinary. Yet when he released it, the water did not simply…