The Hollowed Axis
Kael Vey awoke to the scent of antiseptic and the hum of machinery, his fingers brushing against a cold metal table. The sterile air tasted metallic, like blood and rust. He sat up, his pulse a frantic drumbeat in his…
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The Hollowed Code
The first thing she noticed was the cold. Not the biting kind that seeps through gloves, but a deep, bone-deep chill that clung to her skin like a second layer. Her fingers twitched against the metal table, the surface rough…
The Fractured Lens
Dr. Elara Voss had always believed memory was the foundation of identity, a mosaic of moments that defined who one became. But as she stared at the jagged symbols scrawled across her research notes, she felt the first crack in…
The Weaver’s Fracture
## The Weaver’s Fracture Rain lashed against the corrugated iron roof of the workshop, a relentless drumming that threatened to drown out everything else. Elara wiped sweat and grime from her forehead, leaving a smear of charcoal across the grey…
Echo Weaver
## The Echo Weaver The rain tasted like rust. Elara spat, pushing a damp strand of auburn hair from her face. The dig site at the Whispering Peaks felt colder than usual, leaching warmth straight from her bones. Weeks she’s…