The chamber reeked of antiseptic, a sterile stench that clung to her nostrils like a memory she couldn’t place. Her fingers curled against the cold metal of the gurney, nails pressing into the synthetic fabric. The overhead lights hummed, a…
Dr. Elara Voss’s fingers trembled as she unclipped the journal from her desk drawer. The leather cover was cracked, its edges yellowed, but the ink on the first page still gleamed with a strange, metallic sheen. She recognized the looping…
## Ghost Data The rain tasted like exhaust and regret. Reynar pulled his collar higher, the damp wool clinging uncomfortably against his neck. Neon signs bled colors onto the slick pavement of downtown Seattle, a garish distraction from the task…
Rain lashed the ferroconcrete, slicking the corridors of the Exchange to a sheen. The air tasted of ozone and desperation. Jax traced a finger across the chipped Formica of the broker’s desk, ignoring the static cling. The man, Krell, didn’t…