
The Echo Architect
## The Echo Architect The rain tasted like iron. Not a pleasant metallic tang, but the raw, insistent flavor of blood on concrete. Elias traced a finger across the damp brick wall, the chill seeping into his bone. He’s stood…
## The Echo Architect The rain tasted like iron. Not a pleasant metallic tang, but the raw, insistent flavor of blood on concrete. Elias traced a finger across the damp brick wall, the chill seeping into his bone. He’s stood…