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Helmer lit his torch and lifted it high, then turned to face Picket. The old buck stood, illumined in the alcove’s arched opening, barrels of blastpowder piled around him, left hand holding his torch aloft and right hand clenched in a fist over his heart.
Picket could see the pale scar wrapped around the bend in his arm.
My arm for the cause and crown.

My all for the cause and crown.
Never taking his eyes off of Picket, he let go his torch.
~ Embers End, S.D.Smith

I just, I just … ack! 🥺
This is my depiction of the mural painting done of Helmer’s final moment.

The Green Ember belongs to S.D.Smith and the Story Warren.

Description
Helmer lit his torch and lifted it high, then turned to face Picket. The old buck stood, illumined in the alcove’s arched opening, barrels of blastpowder piled around him, left hand holding his torch aloft and right hand clenched in a fist over his heart.
Picket could see the pale scar wrapped around the bend in his arm.
My arm for the cause and crown.

My all for the cause and crown.
Never taking his eyes off of Picket, he let go his torch.
~ Embers End, S.D.Smith

I just, I just … ack! 🥺
This is my depiction of the mural painting done of Helmer’s final moment.

The Green Ember belongs to S.D.Smith and the Story Warren.