The Weight of Ashes
The air reeked of burnt oak and iron. Clara knelt in the dirt, her fingers digging into the soil as the distant boom of cannon fire rattled the windows of the farmhouse. The sky above Richmond had turned the color…
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The Weight of Ashes
The first time Clara saw the boy, he was crouched in the mud, his uniform soaked through, a crimson stain blooming across his chest like a bruise on the earth. She knelt beside him, fingers trembling as she pressed a…
The Ashes of Brooklyn
The air reeked of gunpowder and damp earth as Thomas Whitaker crouched behind a splintered fence, his fingers numb around the musket stock. The sky hung low, a bruise of clouds swallowing the sun, and the river behind him glowed…