Ashes of the Unspoken
The first time Eleanor saw the redcoats, it was not the muskets she remembered, but the smell of burnt oak in the air. The fire had died hours before, leaving only a brittle hush over the village square. She knelt…
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The Weight of Ashes
The first time James saw the note, the air smelled of sulfur and damp earth. It lay crumpled in the mud near his tent, ink smudged by rain. He picked it up, fingers trembling, and unfolded the paper with a…
The Iron Veil
The air reeked of salt and smoke as Elara Whitcombe crouched behind a stack of empty wine barrels, her fingers trembling around the cold iron handle of a bayonet. The British soldiers’ boots thudded against the cobblestones, their voices a…