The Vigil
Luce stood at the ancient observation arch, a vantage point enabling the observer to look far out across the valley which stretched on for miles below. The early morning cold bit cruelly on her face, and there was no breeze to drive away the lingering mist hanging heavy over the land. On mornings like these Luce felt more than grateful for her heavy, long sleeved dress keeping her body warm… Read More »The Vigil