Beloved little goldf

The sky was overcast, a canvas of gray and black, heavy with a sense of gloom. It seemed as if someone had splashed ink onto a sheet of paper, the ink seeping into the heavens and blurring the clouds.,Clouds layered upon each other, merging into one another, dispersing streaks of crimson lightning accompanied by booming thunder.,This is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old, ragged and filthy, with a broken leather pouch tied around his waist.。