
The Salt and the Stain
## The Salt and the Stain The Indigo Coast road wasn’t a place you *drove*; it unfurled beneath the tires, a ribbon of grey clinging to cliffs. Salt spray tasted like ghosts on Elias Thorne’s lips as he steered his…
## The Salt and the Stain The Indigo Coast road wasn’t a place you *drove*; it unfurled beneath the tires, a ribbon of grey clinging to cliffs. Salt spray tasted like ghosts on Elias Thorne’s lips as he steered his…
## The Sunken Chorus The chipped ceramic warmed Maya’s palm. Not with heat, exactly. More like a thrumming silence. She traced the spiral grooves etched into its surface – not by hand, she suspected, but *grown*. It felt…familiar. Like a…