The Scent of Wormwood

MY CHILDHOOD, LEFT FAR BEHIND… NEVER LEAVES MY MIND.

How many wounds did that merciless war leave on our hearts, even before we had learned to walk properly? Those wounds never truly healed - they throb through a lifetime, sharp and unrelenting. Never forgotten. In what should have been carefree days of play, fate placed a heavy burden upon our young shoulders.

A cool breeze drifts in from the village. There’s a bitter note in the air. The scent of wormwood. A scent we all know too well…