The weight of a single mark

The morning rain in Oak Haven did not fall; it hung heavily in the air like a damp wool blanket. It made the old stone steps, municipal stairs of an old library, shine like black glass. Seventy-eight-...

Aradhya singhI am aspiring young author who loves to write books and i hope u like this one dont forget to check out my other books"OMG","The Stormy Night"