روايات وقصص ضمن Lost City Of Atlantis

Although it had been a few years, I could quickly readjust. This time, I chose a small country in Northern Borealis. It was sparsely populated, where polar day and polar night both occurred. With luck, I might see the aurora borealis there. Standing on the thick, soft snow, feeling the biting cold wind blow past, I found myself smiling uncontrollably. The old affairs of Oceanview City were truly behind me now. I had once told Sterling about my desire to see auroras, and Sterling had readily agreed at the time. But each year, he would refuse me with various excuses.