Root & Wire
## Root & Wire The dust tasted like rust, clinging to Elara’s tongue as she walked the cracked earth of her family’s farm. Fifteen years old, and already a landscape sculptor, carving canyons in the parched soil with each weary…
Ley Lines
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The River’s Cipher
## The River’s Cipher The wind tasted of dust and rain, a gritty film coating Li Wei’s tongue as he swept the courtyard. Red banners snapped above the gates of Pingle, a defiant splash against the grey Sichuan hills. Zhu…
The Echo in the Static
Dust motes danced in the beam of Leo’s headlamp, a miniature galaxy swirling within the dome of the abandoned Lowell Observatory. The air tasted of rust and regret. He traced a finger across the chipped enamel of the telescope’s base,…