The air reeked of iron and burnt wool as Clara knelt beside the wounded, her fingers steady despite the cannon fire booming above. The hospital tent trembled with each explosion, but she didn’t flinch. Her nurse’s uniform, once pristine, was…
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…
The air reeked of iron and burnt hair, a stench that clung to the skin like a second layer. Clara knelt beside the cot, her fingers tracing the outline of the boy’s hollow cheek. His breaths came in shallow rasps,…