Fenflower

Miss Charlotte could hear the rhythmic chopping of a knife coming from the kitchen beyond the main hall as she entered through the front door and set her cloak on the peg beside the door. The steady sound was at odds with the sporadic hammering inside her chest, since she had bustled up the hill to the Litwell home faster than she was used to walking. She wasted no time in crossing the entrance hall and proceeded in towards the kitchen.

Yesterday I finished my interview with Seaver, I watched this man nearly break down from the guilt he carries because he could not protect the wo

It's been nearly a week since Hutwig disappeared. I'm extremely worried as I've found no trace of him since the day he vanished from the field. I had been in the house most of the day, since Gram was not feeling well and needed help. When I went to call Twiggy in for supper, as he would never come on his own, he was gone.

The sun rose, burning through the morning mist that would gather in the lower lying areas of the rolling hills of the small farm. Rubbing his bloodshot eyes, Hollace looked towards the east, where he thought he saw the glow of flames in the darkness last night.