## The Resonance of Hands Prague, 1928. Dust motes danced in the weak afternoon sun slanting through Elias’s workshop window. The scent of brass shavings, aged wood, and the faint tang of oil hung heavy in the air. Elias Havelka…
## Ember Maps The coal dust clung to Elara’s throat, a gritty film that no amount of scrubbing quite removed. She coughed, the sound swallowed by the cavern’s dampness. Around her, a dozen others hunched over polished slate tablets, their…
## The Architect of Echoes Rain lashed against the panoramic window, blurring the neon smear of Neo-Manhattan. Elias Thorne traced a finger across the condensation, the chill mirroring the tremor in his hand. His studio wasn’t opulent – functional steel…
## The Ghost Notes The salt spray tasted like regret. Wren traced the chipped Formica of the diner counter, each groove a miniature ocean current mirroring the one churning outside. Coffee, black as pitch, warmed her hands but couldn’t touch…