The air reeked of burnt herbs and gunpowder as Clara pressed her back against the timber wall, fingers tightening around the vial in her pocket. The farmhouse loomed ahead, its windows dark, but she could hear the muffled voices through…
The air reeked of iron and damp earth as Clara knelt beside the cot, her hands steady despite the chaos around her. The surgeon’s blade gleamed under the flickering lantern, slicing through a soldier’s mangled leg with a sound like…
Clara Bennett’s boots sank into the mud as she trudged past the shattered fence, its splintered planks jagged against the dawn sky. The air reeked of burnt timber and iron, a metallic tang that clung to her throat. She paused,…