Dark | Coming Home In The

He knew this road. He’d walked it a thousand times as a boy, yet in the dark, the familiar became alien. The old oak tree at the bend wasn't a landmark anymore; it was a many-limbed giant reaching out through the mist. The rhythmic shush of the waves below sounded like heavy breathing.

"Elias? That you?" his father called from the kitchen, the clink of a teapot settling the last of his nerves. Coming Home in the Dark

He was inside. The shadows were back to being just shadows. He was home. He knew this road

The gravel crunched under Elias’s boots, a sound that felt far too loud in the suffocating silence of the valley. yet in the dark