The Weight of Ashes
The air reeked of iron and burnt hair, a stench that clung to the skin like a second layer. Clara knelt beside the cot, her fingers tracing the outline of the boy’s hollow cheek. His breaths came in shallow rasps,…
Civil War
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Whispers of the Forgotten
The air reeked of iron and burnt hair as Clara stumbled through the dense pine woods, her boots sinking into the damp earth. The moon hung low, a pale crescent slicing through the canopy, casting jagged shadows that twisted like…
Whispers of the Forgotten
The air reeked of pine and iron, a sharp tang that clung to Elara’s throat as she crouched behind the moss-slick log. The forest around her was a cathedral of shadows, branches clawing at the bruised sky. Somewhere beyond the…
The Stitch & Stone
## The Stitch & Stone The scent of jasmine hung thick, almost cloying, in the humid Charleston air. Not the sweet perfume of gardens, but a sharper, bruised fragrance clinging to damp cotton. Eliza pressed a handkerchief – one of…