The Sight of Janek
The fever rattled Janek’s bones. Not the heat, though that clung like wet wool, but the *seeing*. It began with soot. The way it swirled from the flues, settling not as darkness, but as… shapes. Patterns. Like the butcher’s tally…
Fate
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The Wish Sketcher
The chipped porcelain of the mug warmed Elara’s palms, the lukewarm tea doing little for the knot in her stomach. Rain lashed against the coffee shop window, blurring the neon glow of the city. She tapped the screen of her…
Echoes of the Lost Dynasties
Elka traced the brittle edge of the parchment. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of light slicing the gloom of the archive. Each fragment felt less like paper, more like sun-warmed bone. She wasn’t *searching* for anything specific, not…
Silencio
Elisa’s shoulders bunched, a tight knot beneath worn leather. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of light slicing through the high, barred window. Years had scraped against her, leaving a residue of mistrust. “Release it.” Forian’s fingers, calloused and…