The Echo Weaver
## The Echo Weaver The dust tasted like regret. Dr. Elara Reyes kicked at a loose stone, sending it skittering across the cracked earth of the Xantus Valley. Twenty-eight years. That’s how long she’d avoided this place. The scent of…
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The Cartographer’s Echo
## The Cartographer’s Echo Dust motes danced in the violet shafts slicing through Old Man Tiber’s workshop. The light, fractured seven ways over Aestinwy’s sun prisms, tasted like ozone and regret. I ran a thumb across the vellum stretched taut…
The Echoing Fall
The dust motes danced in the single shaft of light piercing the ruined temple. It smelled of wet stone and something else…something like burnt honey and regret. Old Man Tiber, they called him, though he wasn’t *that* old—more weathered, like…