Thanos Kalamidas - Fiction

https://theoviebooks.wordpress.com/ The fog hung low over the cobbled streets of Spindlewick, thick and unrelenting, as if God himself had turned away from the alleyways below. At its heart, a boy no older than seventeen trudged onward, hands buried deep into a fraying coat, shoulders hunched beneath the heavy damp of poverty. His name was Nathaniel “Nate” Grimshaw, and he had not tasted a full meal in three days. The city had no care for such trivialities as hunger, nor for the plaintive e