Dr. Elara Voss injected the serum with a trembling hand, the glass vial hissing as it released a faint, metallic scent. The lab’s fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow over her cluttered workspace—stacks of notebooks, half-finished equations scrawled…
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…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the neural interface, its cold metal pressing against Kael’s temple as he sat motionless in the chair. The lab hummed with the low thrum of machines, a sound that had become as familiar as her own…
Dr. Elara Voss had always believed memory was the final frontier of the mind—a fragile, flickering thing, but one she could map, decode, and preserve. Her lab, a sterile cathedral of glass and steel, hummed with the low thrum of…
Dr. Elara Voss had never trusted the quiet. It was in the hush between the hum of her lab’s cooling system, the way the fluorescent lights pulsed like a dying heartbeat, that she first noticed the gap. A flicker in…
## Echo Bloom The sterile white of the Reclaimer’s chair bit into Elias Vance’s spine. Not pain, exactly. A cold insistence. He stared at the iridescent swirl blooming on the ceiling panel – the visual signature of download beginning. They…
The rain smelled of salt and something else—rotting kelp, maybe, clinging to the stone walls. Twilight bled across Haven’s harbor, a bruised purple and grey where the jagged cliffs met the restless sea. It wasn’t a pretty harbor, not anymore.…