Node Seven
## Node Seven The rain tasted metallic, a constant film on everything in Sector Gamma. Elara wiped her cheek with the back of her gloved hand, leaving a smear of grey against her skin. She’s been tasting it for fourteen…
Glitch
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Glitchpoint
## Glitchpoint The desert shimmered, heat rising from cracked earth like a phantom city. Rain hadn’t kissed this stretch of Arizona in six months. Jax wiped sweat from his brow, the gritty film clinging to his skin. He squinted at…
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…