
The Dust and the Dawn
Clara’s boots creaked with every step, the leather stiff from weeks on the trail. The air reeked of sweat and smoke, a thin haze clinging to the horizon where the sun hung low. She squinted at the cluster of tents…
Clara’s boots creaked with every step, the leather stiff from weeks on the trail. The air reeked of sweat and smoke, a thin haze clinging to the horizon where the sun hung low. She squinted at the cluster of tents…