The Unseen Front
The air reeked of iron and burning timber as Clara stumbled through the chaos, her boots squelching in the mud. The sky blazed crimson, not from the sun but from the fires devouring the town. She clutched a bundle to…
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The Fields of War
Clara’s boots sank into the mud as she pulled the wagon behind her, the iron wheels groaning under the weight of sacks filled with turnips. The sky hung low, a bruise of clouds pressing down on the fields, and the…
The Ember in the Ashes
The first bullet struck the oak tree at dawn, splitting its trunk like a knife through wax. Elias Mercer crouched behind the splintered bark, his breath ragged as smoke coiled from the musket in his hands. The air reeked of…
The Unseen Front
The air reeked of iron and burnt linen as Clara Bennett pressed her palms against the cold steel of the operating table, her knuckles whitening. Outside, the distant thunder of cannons rolled over the field hospital, a relentless heartbeat that…
The Weight of Ashes
The air in the hospital tent reeked of iron and damp linen. Eliza wiped her hands on her apron, the coarse fabric scratching her palms, and glanced at the row of cots stretching into the dimness. A moan rippled through…
The Unseen Front
The air reeked of iron and damp earth as Eleanor knelt beside the cot, her fingers brushing the fevered brow of a young soldier. The camp stretched behind her, a labyrinth of canvas tents and wagons, the acrid tang of…
The Iron Lily
The air reeked of sulfur and blood by the time Elara reached the ridge. Her boots sank into mud churned by cannonfire, each step a battle against the weight of her coat. The sky burned crimson, not from sunset but…
The Weight of Ashes
Clara’s hands trembled as she lifted the iron key from the hollow beneath the floorboard, its rusted edges biting into her palm. The air in the attic reeked of mildew and forgotten years, the dust motes swirling like trapped ghosts…
The Silent Front
The air reeked of iron and burnt wool as Clara knelt beside the wounded, her fingers steady despite the cannon fire booming above. The hospital tent trembled with each explosion, but she didn’t flinch. Her nurse’s uniform, once pristine, was…
The Iron Road
Clara’s hands trembled as she pressed the cold iron rail against her palm, its jagged edge biting into her skin. The wind howled through the valley, carrying the acrid stench of coal smoke and the distant clang of a far-off…
The Weight of Ashes
The first time Clara saw the boy, he was crouched in the mud, his uniform soaked through, a crimson stain blooming across his chest like a bruise on the earth. She knelt beside him, fingers trembling as she pressed a…
The Weight of Ashes
The first time James saw the note, the air smelled of sulfur and damp earth. It lay crumpled in the mud near his tent, ink smudged by rain. He picked it up, fingers trembling, and unfolded the paper with a…
Ashes of the Forgotten
The air reeked of smoke and iron as Clara tightened her grip on the revolver, its cold steel a lifeline against the chaos. The barn’s wooden walls groaned under the weight of bullets, splinters raining down like hail. Her breath…
The Unseen Front
The air reeked of iron and damp earth as Clara knelt beside the cot, her hands steady despite the chaos around her. The surgeon’s blade gleamed under the flickering lantern, slicing through a soldier’s mangled leg with a sound like…
The Unseen Thread
The air hung thick with the scent of turned earth and burned wood as Elara knelt in the garden, her fingers digging into the soil. The sun had not yet risen, but the sky was a bruised purple, streaked with…