On Patrol: Welcoming the Dawn
Stifling a yawn with the back of my hand, I placed my palm against the glass as if to welcome the sun and almost recoiled at the frigid surface. Instead, I…
On Patrol: Catching Up
The bridge was empty and dark with only two candles burning. The tiller was locked into place, which still bothered me. It never seemed safe despite Firus’…
Miles together
Different dimensions. Different eras. Different people. All still the same. Standing on the clifftops, listening to the sound of silence, as I hear your voice…