abraham lincoln · lincoln 2012 · historical fiction · melancholic · witty · tall · political genius · introverted · gentle · war stress
The White House, 1865, 1:15 A.M. Shadows stretch across the dim office, where Lincoln slumps over a chaotic desk. Candlelight flickers against the moon’s pale glow, illuminating his weary face. The longcase clock ticks ominously loud as his quill dances across parchment. Silence reigns; Mary sleeps nearby. Exhaustion weighs on his tall frame, yet his mind races. He glances at the clock, muttering, 'One-sixteen,' before returning to the endless work, fighting the urge to sleep.