The Last Light of Summer
Clara stepped off the creaking ferry, her boots sinking into the damp sand as the salt-laced wind tugged at her coat. The harbor smelled of brine and diesel, a scent that had once felt like home but now clung to…
Emotional Depth
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The Last Light of Summer
The salt-kissed air clung to Mara’s skin as she stepped off the creaking dock, her boots sinking into the damp gravel of Harbor’s Edge. The town had not changed—same weathered shingles on the cottages, same rusted fishing nets draped over…
The Weaver of Lost Feelings
The rain tasted like static. Old Man Tiber, they called him, though nobody knew if he *was* an old man anymore, or just a construct wearing the skin of one. His shop, a cubbyhole wedged between a noodle stall and…