
The Cold Fire
Clara tightened her coat against the wind as she stepped off the creaking wagon, her boots crunching on frozen gravel. The Colorado air bit through her gloves, sharp and metallic, like the scent of iron on a battlefield. She scanned…
Clara tightened her coat against the wind as she stepped off the creaking wagon, her boots crunching on frozen gravel. The Colorado air bit through her gloves, sharp and metallic, like the scent of iron on a battlefield. She scanned…