
The Fractured Lens
The first memory came as a flicker of light, a ghost of warmth against the sterile cold of the chamber. Marcus blinked, his vision swimming as the air around him thickened, heavy with the metallic tang of antiseptic and something…
The first memory came as a flicker of light, a ghost of warmth against the sterile cold of the chamber. Marcus blinked, his vision swimming as the air around him thickened, heavy with the metallic tang of antiseptic and something…
## The Bloom Echo The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cold under Leo Maxwell’s elbows. Rain lashed against the plate glass window, blurring the neon sign of ‘Rosie’s’ into a smeared crimson halo. Ten years. A decade spent…