## The Chroma Inheritance The scent of aged paper and leather always clung to Eleanor Vance. It permeated her clothes, settled in the deep valleys of her face, and seemed woven into the very air surrounding her. As chief librarian…
## The Bloom Wardens The rain tasted of iron. Elara wiped her face, a smear of red-brown across her cheekbone, and squinted at the moss-slicked stones lining the Elderwood border. Thirteen summers she’s lingered here, a silent sentinel. Not by…
## The Inheritance Line Rain lashed against the leaded glass of Blackwood Manor, a relentless drumming that echoed through the cavernous entrance hall. Amelia traced the dampness on the pane, her breath fogging the aged glass. The scent of wet…
## Echo Bloom The rain tasted like iron. Not a sharp, metallic tang, but the dull ache of rusted nails pressed against the tongue. Elara licked her lips, the chill clinging to them despite the humid Georgia air. She stood…
## The Resonance of Ghosts Rain lashed against the windows of Elara’s studio, mimicking the relentless drumming in Julian’s skull. He sat hunched on a worn armchair, staring at his hands – pale, trembling things that felt foreign to him.…
## The Inheritance of Frost The snow fell like shredded silk, blanketing Blackwood Estate in a deceptive tranquility. General Silas Thorne watched it drift past his study window, the fire crackling a defiant orange against the encroaching white. He adjusted…
## Ghost Echo The rain tasted like rust. Finn wiped a smear of it from his cheek, the neon glare of the Neon Drift market blurring through the downpour. He tugged the hood of his worn jacket tighter, ignoring the…