The Unseen Front
The air reeked of iron and burning timber as Clara stumbled through the chaos, her boots squelching in the mud. The sky blazed crimson, not from the sun but from the fires devouring the town. She clutched a bundle to…
Underground Railroad
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The Iron Road
Clara’s hands trembled as she pressed the cold iron rail against her palm, its jagged edge biting into her skin. The wind howled through the valley, carrying the acrid stench of coal smoke and the distant clang of a far-off…
Whispers of the Forgotten
The air reeked of iron and burnt hair as Clara stumbled through the dense pine woods, her boots sinking into the damp earth. The moon hung low, a pale crescent slicing through the canopy, casting jagged shadows that twisted like…
The Stitch & Stone
## The Stitch & Stone The scent of jasmine hung thick, almost cloying, in the humid Charleston air. Not the sweet perfume of gardens, but a sharper, bruised fragrance clinging to damp cotton. Eliza pressed a handkerchief – one of…