The Hollow Tide
Jordan found the journal beneath the floorboard of their father’s study, its leather cover cracked like dried mud. The air smelled of mildew and old paper, the kind that clung to your fingers. They didn’t remember the study having a…
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Echo Weaver
## The Echo Weaver The rain tasted like static. Maya swallowed, the metallic tang clinging to her tongue even as she wiped a greasy hand across her forehead. The corrugated iron of the observation post groaned under the relentless downpour,…
The Lunar Bloom
## The Lunar Bloom The biting wind clawed at Albrecht’s threadbare coat, a stark echo of the fever that gnawed at Prague. He walked with a stoop forged from years hunched over simmering pots and cryptic texts, the cobblestones slick…