The Fractured Lens
Dr. Elara Voss had always believed memory was the foundation of identity, a mosaic of moments that defined who one became. But as she stared at the jagged symbols scrawled across her research notes, she felt the first crack in…
Fragmented Past
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The Drowned Oaths
The chipped rune pulsed beneath Elara’s palm, a throb against the cold stone of the watchtower. Dust motes danced in the lone shaft of sunlight slicing through the gloom. It hadn’t sparked in centuries, not since the last Runeweaver… vanished.…