The Dust and the Dawn
Clara’s boots sank into the cracked earth as she pulled the scarf tighter around her face, the wind carving through the fabric like a blade. The sky had turned the color of ash, a low growl of thunder rumbling in…
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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 Weight of Wings
## The Weight of Wings Dust motes danced in the single shaft of sunlight slicing through the warped planks of Old Man Tiber’s cabin. Silas traced the lines on the worn map with a calloused thumb, the parchment smelling of…