They Marched On
That’s when we heard it… Boots. Drums. A distant hymn rising out of nowhere. A full Civil War brigade—flickering, transparent, marching straight toward us… and they didn’t stop. They walked *through* us. What happened next still doesn’t make sense. Something left my body. Or entered it. Thick, white… not smoke, not breath—something heavier. Kally felt it too. Different… but the same. Savannah has a way of replaying what it refuses to bury. But this didn’t feel like a replay… Full short story on my Wordpress blog. See 🔗 link in comment section.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/15/they-marched-on/






