The Saltwater Symphony
The first time she saw him, the air tasted like thunder. Mira had been kneading dough at the counter of her café, the scent of yeast and butter thick in the morning haze, when the door jingled and a man…
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The Last Light of Summer
The first time she saw him, the air smelled like rain and burnt coffee. Lila had been leaning against the diner’s cracked counter, her fingers tracing the chipped paint of the Formica, when the door swung open with a clatter.…
Whispers in the Pines
The air tasted of pine resin and damp earth as Mara stepped off the rusted bus, her boots crunching over gravel. The town of Black Hollow lay sprawled below, its rooftops bleached by sun and time, windows staring like empty…
Whispers in the Pines
The wind clawed at Mara’s coat as she stepped off the rusted bus, its engine sputtering like a dying animal. The air smelled of pine resin and something older—decaying wood, maybe, or the faint tang of blood. She hadn’t been…
Whispers in the Pines
The morning air bit through Clara’s coat as she stepped off the bus, her boots crunching gravel. The town of Black Hollow stretched before her, its skeletal trees clawing at a bruised sky. She hadn’t set foot here in seventeen…
The Hollow Veil
The air tasted like iron as Mara stepped off the bus, her boots crunching gravel underfoot. The town of Blackmoor clung to the hillside like a wound, its crooked buildings leaning toward each other as if sharing secrets. She hadn’t…
Whispers in the Pines
The morning air smelled of pine resin and damp earth as Mara stepped off the rusted bus, her boots crunching on gravel. The town of Black Hollow lay sprawled below, its rooftops bleached by sun and time. She hadn’t returned…
The Bloom
The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cold beneath Fi’s elbows. Steam rose from her coffee, blurring the fluorescent lights above. She watched the rain smear the city outside, mirroring the gray cloud hanging over Leo. “You look like…