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…
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The Last Light of Summer
Clara’s boots sank into the damp earth as she stepped off the bus, the gravel crunching under her feet like whispered secrets. The air smelled of pine and rain, a scent that clung to her skin and seeped into her…
Whispers in the Pines
The wind clawed at Mara’s coat as she stepped off the rusted bus, its engine sputtering like a dying animal. The air smelled of pine resin and something older—decaying wood, maybe, or the faint tang of blood. She hadn’t been…
The Dust and the Diamond
Clara stepped off the stagecoach as the sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the dusty town of Red Creek. The air smelled of pine and burnt wood, a sharp contrast to the saltwater tang she’d known all her life.…