Gallery

Fragments of a life in Stormwind. Each picture holds a moment; each story tells what remained.

A Voice Through the Wall

As Stormwind falls, a voice in the street offers rescue. His mother listens a moment longer.

In a chapel crowded with the wounded, William sees the Light answer a prayer. He remembers what happens next.

A borrowed book, a guttering candle, and an evening his mother can barely spare.

William learns to listen to a room before entering it.

At twelve, William follows the older boys to the water.

Six coins lie within reach, and William has not eaten.

His mother keeps the household accounts on a folded sheet of paper.

A small repair outlasts the hands that first made it.

On the third day, a piece of bread requires patience.

A small job becomes a lesson in the shape of a street.

For a while, there was another key beside William’s.

William waits at the threshold while others find the words.