The abandoned tannery loomed above Gil Hadrian as he dismounted his horse. The windowless brick building still threw off the smell of stale urine and other chemicals, even after sitting unused for almost four years. Gil squared his shoulders and… Continue Reading
Constable Gil Hadrian leaned against the side of a building, taking a break from his weaving walk through the alley somewhere in the Priesthorpe district of Ashford. All these temples looked alike after seven drinks. Or was it eight? He… Continue Reading
The baby was born sickly, and it hadn’t gotten any easier for Joan and David since then. David was spending his days in the fields, and Joan was still recovering. The baby wasn’t eating, slept too much, and was turning… Continue Reading