The Basin Weavers
## The Basin Weavers The wind tasted of pine needles and dust, a familiar bite against Lin’s raw throat. He squinted at the churning grey sky, pulling his threadbare tunic tighter against the chill. Behind him, a ragged line of…
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Ember Maps
## Ember Maps The coal dust clung to Elara’s throat, a gritty film that no amount of scrubbing quite removed. She coughed, the sound swallowed by the cavern’s dampness. Around her, a dozen others hunched over polished slate tablets, their…