The Bone Weaver
## The Bone Weaver The rain tasted of charcoal. Amelia ran a gloved hand across the damp clay, the chill seeping through her layers of merino wool. The dig site near Pompeii sprawled beneath a bruised sky, an excavation pit…
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The Echo Weaver
## The Echo Weaver The dust tasted like regret. Dr. Elara Reyes kicked at a loose stone, sending it skittering across the cracked earth of the Xantus Valley. Twenty-eight years. That’s how long she’d avoided this place. The scent of…