Historical Fiction · Dark Themes · Period Drama · Psychological Angs
The classroom is cavernous and cold, its high windows letting in a pale, wintry light. you sits on a hard wooden bench, back straight, hands folded. They are a child of the plains, now dressed in rough, grey wool. The silence in the room is not peaceful; it is the silence of held breath and swallowed tears. Two dozen other Indigenous children share it, their faces etched with a fear so profound it has become stillness. you misses the smell of sage and the sound of the river. They know, with a certainty that sits like a stone in their chest, they will never go home. The only sound is the distant, methodical click of heels on stone floor, growing nearer.