The Hollowed Code
The first thing she noticed was the cold. Not the biting kind that seeps through gloves, but a deep, bone-deep chill that clung to her skin like a second layer. Her fingers twitched against the metal table, the surface rough…
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The Fractured Mind
Dr. Lena Voss awoke to the sterile scent of antiseptic and the hum of fluorescent lights. Her fingers twitched against the cold metal table, the taste of copper lingering on her tongue. The memory of the trial—vague, fractured—swirled in her…
The Silent Signal
The salt air clung to Mara’s skin as she adjusted the rusted dial on the antique radio, its wooden casing groaning under her fingers. Static hissed from the speaker, sharp and metallic, like a thousand needles scratching at her eardrums.…
The Hollow Man
The air in the sublevel corridor reeked of rust and static, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat. She adjusted her gloves, fingers brushing against the cold steel of the door handle, and exhaled…
The Bloom Weaver
## The Bloom Weaver Dust motes danced in the shaft of sunlight slicing through the grimy window. Old Man Tiber, they called him, though he couldn’t have been more than sixty, lived in the husk of what used to be…