Chapter 6 – Memories of Iron
Chapter 6 – Memories of Iron The morning after their daring rescue, Salty awoke to the faint smell of coffee drifting through the broken windows of the warehouse hideout. The sun had only just begun to rise, casting pale orange light across the docklands. Dust motes floated in the beams like tiny ghosts. Sarah sat cross-legged on an upturned crate, sipping from a chipped enamel mug. She had found an old stovetop percolator among the abandoned staff kitchen supplies and brewed the last of her precious coffee stash. The rich, dark scent curled through the warehouse, wrapping around Salty like a warm blanket. For a moment, he closed his eyes, letting it take him back. 🎸 Ten Years Ago – Malahide Castle, 2025 He stood in the roaring crowd, the summer sun setting behind the turrets of Malahide Castle. The air smelled of hot grass, spilled beer, and cigarette smoke. On stage, Iron Maiden blasted out “Run to the Hills” to forty thousand fists punching the sky. The bass vibrated ...