The Keeper and the Tide
The first time Clara saw the lighthouse, it was veiled in mist, its white stone silhouette blurred against the gray sky. She stood at the edge of the cliff, her boots sinking into the damp earth, as waves clawed at…
The first time Clara saw the lighthouse, it was veiled in mist, its white stone silhouette blurred against the gray sky. She stood at the edge of the cliff, her boots sinking into the damp earth, as waves clawed at…
## The Cartographer’s Echo The scent of scorched paper clung to Ellyn’s nostrils, a phantom limb of the fire that consumed Dorian Voss’s study just weeks ago. Officially, it was an electrical fault, a tragic accident. But Ellyn hadn’t believed…