The salt air clung to Clara’s skin as she locked the library door, the click of the latch echoing off the cobblestones. Summer had bled into August, and the town of Marrow’s End felt like a forgotten place, suspended between…
The rain lashed against the glass of the high-rise, turning the city below into a blur of neon and shadow. Mara Voss stood at the edge of her office, fingers curled around the rim of a coffee mug, its warmth…
## The Gradient The rain tasted metallic. Not a pleasant tang, more like licking rusted rebar after a storm. Elara spat it out, the droplets clinging to her chin like stubborn silver beads. Above, the bioluminescent canopy pulsed with a…
The rain tasted like iron and ozone. It hammered against the corrugated steel roof of the Bio-Nexus, a persistent drumbeat accompanying the low thrum emanating from within. I watched it fall on the moss-slicked windows of Sector 7, my fingers…