The Wistful Campus

added blog Literature

2026-08-20 21:49:27 -

The fire started at the hem of the coat. It was a small thing. A spark from the forge, a stray ember. But it climbed. It ate the wool. It devoured the lining. It consumed the shape of the man who had worn it. Elias Thorne watched. He did not move. He stood in the center of the workshop, surrounded by the smell of burning fabric and melting glue. The coat hung on a hook. It was his coat. It was...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews