The Hollow Spire
The air in Duskspire reeked of salt and rust, a briny stench that clung to the cobblestones like old blood. Kaela crouched in the shadow of a crumbling archway, her fingers brushing the cold iron of a merchant’s satchel. The…
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The Static Bloom
## The Static Bloom Dust motes danced in the single beam of Elara’s lamp. Not sunlight, not anymore. Just filtered glow from a salvaged power cell, barely enough to chase the shadows clinging to the walls of her workshop. The…