The Dust and the Dawn
Clara’s boots sank into the cracked earth as she pulled the scarf tighter around her face, the wind carving through the fabric like a blade. The sky had turned the color of ash, a low growl of thunder rumbling in…
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Terra Vita
## Roots & Rhythms The dust swirled, a rusty ochre cloud mimicking the sunset bleeding across Yosemite’s granite face. Amelia clutched her worn leather satchel, squinting against the grit as she surveyed the skeletal frame of what would soon be…