## Echo Bloom The chipped Formica countertop felt cold beneath Leo Maxwell’s elbows. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the kitchen light, preferring the pre-dawn grey filtering through the blinds. Outside, Denver breathed quiet, a city holding its breath. He…
## Twilight Echoes The rain smelled of wet asphalt and something else—something mineral, almost metallic. Unit-7’s sensors registered it first, a faint tang overlaid on the familiar scent of the Seattle drizzle. It compiled the data, cross-referencing it with pre-established…
## Echo Bloom The bus rumbled, a mechanical beast chewing gravel as it clawed its way up the Icelandic highlands. Elara traced circles on the fogged window, rain blurring the landscape into an indistinct wash of grey. Iceland. She’d booked…
## The Static Between Rain lashed against the corrugated metal awning of Leo Maxwell’s office. Not a downpour, but a persistent, oily drizzle that smelled like exhaust and regret. He stared at the chipped Formica of his desk, a half-empty…