
The Unseen Veil
The air reeked of brine and coal smoke as Clara stepped off the creaking gangplank, her boots sinking into the muck of San Francisco’s docks. The year was 1849, and the city was a fever dream of tents and timber,…
The air reeked of brine and coal smoke as Clara stepped off the creaking gangplank, her boots sinking into the muck of San Francisco’s docks. The year was 1849, and the city was a fever dream of tents and timber,…