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…
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The Iron of Brooklyn
The forge fire crackled, casting jagged shadows across Eli Tremain’s calloused hands. The air reeked of smoldering oak and iron, a scent that had clung to him since the first cannon blast shattered the dawn quiet. His son, Samuel, had…
Whispers of the Forgotten
The air reeked of burnt parchment and iron as Eleanor traced the cracks in the courthouse floor, her fingers brushing against dust that had settled for decades. Outside, the bell tower’s iron clapper swung wildly, its clangs slicing through the…