The cramped interior of Elvin’s humble dwelling demonstrably offered scant, meager comfort, yet it undeniably served as a blessed haven, a sanctuary when directly compared to the blood-soaked, …

The stench of cloying blood and acrid burnt oil assaulted his nostrils, hung thick and heavy in the frigid air, a nauseating perfume that relentlessly clung to the back of his throat and violently …

The darkness this night clamped down, not as the gentle embrace of peaceful slumber, but as a thick, suffocating blanket that relentlessly pressed down upon Oakhaven, deliberately muting the already …

The midday sun, a pale, weak disc, struggled valiantly to break through the stubbornly persistent, oppressive cloud cover, casting long, watery shadows that stretched and wavered across Oakhaven’s …

The house of Elvin’s fathers, if such a grand name could even be whispered for it, squatted as a small, two-room dwelling, clinging precariously to the very edge of Oakhaven like a tenacious limpet to …

The wind, a biting, cruel thing, gnawed at the edges of Oakhaven, howling through the gaps in the poorly mortared stone walls and snapping at the canvas awnings that hung limply before the shops. It …