Oct 3, 2026 3:30 AM
A Silent Homecoming
My muscles screamed, a familiar protest after weeks of relentless toil along the Vosk. The chill night air of Ar, though still biting with the promise of dawn, was a balm compared to the humid, mosquito-ridden riverbanks I’d left behind. The great Vosk River aqueduct stood proud and strong, a testament to my craft, a marvel of stone and human will, but my thoughts were not of mortar and flow. The…