Rokkoh and the Smith, Chapter 3

The flurries fly around in a heavier downfall, but Winter’s bite remains the same. I set eastward, eyes combing through the darkness between the pines. As I trek, there are only the trees, the snow, and the increasing wind. The Smith’s devilish grin creeps into the forefront of my thoughts, and through the windowpane ofContinue reading “Rokkoh and the Smith, Chapter 3”