The Dust and the Dawn
Clara’s boots sank into the cracked earth as she pulled the scarf tighter around her face, the wind carving through the fabric like a blade. The sky had turned the color of ash, a low growl of thunder rumbling in…
Determination
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The Dust and the Dawn
The sun hung low over the Sierra Nevada, casting long shadows across the trail as Eleanor tightened the reins on her mule. The air reeked of dust and sweat, a thick haze that clung to her skin and stung her…
Dust Creek
Clara stepped off the creaking wagon, her boots sinking into the dust of Dust Creek. The town sprawled before her, a patchwork of sagging tents and ramshackle buildings, their wood bleached by sun and time. A bell clanged somewhere, distant…
The Charcoal Rubbings
The fog tasted of coal and secrets. August clung to Violet’s threadbare shawl, the damp chilling him to the bone despite the summer month. Parliament House loomed, a gray beast breathing the city’s grime. Violet, barely ten, slipped between the…