The Bone Weaver
## The Bone Weaver The rain tasted of charcoal. Amelia ran a gloved hand across the damp clay, the chill seeping through her layers of merino wool. The dig site near Pompeii sprawled beneath a bruised sky, an excavation pit…
ancestral memories
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The Reefspeaker
## The Reefspeaker Rain lashed against the corrugated iron roof of Elsie’s shack, a relentless drumming that mirrored the rhythm thrumming in her skull. Salt spray kissed her weathered face as she hunched over a tangle of wires and bioluminescent…