The Shadow Code
The rain fell in sheets, turning the city into a blur of neon and shadow. Detective Mara Voss stood at the edge of the crime scene, her boots sinking into the puddles as she scanned the alley. The body lay…
Danger
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The Hollow Shore
Mara stepped off the creaking ferry, her boots sinking into the damp gravel of the harbor. The salt air stung her nose, sharp and familiar, like the scent of her father’s old coat. She hadn’t set foot in Ironclad Bay…
The Unraveling of Lila Voss
Dr. Lila Voss adjusted the sterile gloves on her hands, the latex creaking as she leaned over the observation table. The man lying beneath the thin sheet—Elias Mercer—had no idea how close he was to unraveling everything she believed about…
Whispers in the Pines
The air smelled of damp earth and pine resin as Mara stepped off the rusted bus, her boots crunching on gravel. The town of Blackmoor clung to the hills like a shadow, its crooked buildings leaning against the wind. She…
Whispers in the Pines
The rain tapped the window like a stranger knocking for entry. Mara pulled her coat tighter, fingers brushing the cold glass. The town of Black Hollow had always felt like a place between worlds, its pines thick with secrets and…
The Silent Code
Mara traced the symbol’s edges with her thumb, the grooves still wet from the storm. The tree had been there for decades, its bark thick and knotted, but the carving—this jagged spiral—was new. She glanced over her shoulder, half-expecting to…
Whispers in the Pines
The rain fell in relentless sheets, turning the dirt path into a slick ribbon of mud. Lena Voss tightened her coat against the chill, her boots squelching with every step. The town of Black Hollow hadn’t changed in twenty years—except…
The Hollow Veil
The rain fell in sheets as Clara Voss stepped off the creaking bus, her boots sinking into the mud of Cedar Hollow’s main road. The town had not changed—a patchwork of sagging porches, rusted fences, and the acrid tang of…
Echo Bloom
## Echo Bloom The air tasted of static and regret. Elder traced a finger across the hull of the *Dust Moth*, its metal cool even through his worn gloves. Outside, the nebula bled purple and bruised orange, a cosmic bruise…
The Husk Cities
## The Husk Cities The air tasted like wet iron and blooming rot. Old Man Tiber, they called him, though he couldn’t be more than sixty, the marsh leeched years. He adjusted the oilskin cowl tighter around his face as…
The Search for the Sunstone Scale
The rain tasted like metal and salt, slick on Elisse’s skin. It hammered against the corrugated iron roofs of Ossa Bay’s marketplace, a rhythmic percussion that blended with the creak of wooden carts and the guttural calls of merchants hawking…
The Silent Giant
The chipped basalt warmed beneath Falon’s palm. It wasn’t the stone itself, though ancient and weighty, but the feel of *him* woven into it—Elio. Centuries of silence clung to the giant’s legacy, a vow stretched taut until someone saw…what, exactly?…
Dublin’s Forgotten Beast
The chipped stone bit into my palms as I scaled the tenement wall. Dublin throbbed below, a raw nerve stretched tight. Not from the fighting, not yet. It was the *other* thing. The shadow slipping between alleys, faster than a…
The Glitch in the System
The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt gritty under Leo’s elbows. He stabbed a french fry with enough force it nearly bounced off the plate. Across from him, Maya traced the rim of her water glass, her knuckles white.…