The Silk & Steel Knot
## The Silk & Steel Knot The dust tasted of cinnamon and regret. Old Man Tiber, they called him – though few knew his true name – adjusted the worn silk scarf shielding his face from the relentless Beijing sun.…
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The Scent of Absent Things
## The Scent of Absent Things The chipped ceramic mug warmed Leo Maxwell’s hands. Rain lashed against the diner window, mirroring the storm inside him. Black coffee didn’t cut it this morning; nothing did. Five years. Five years since the…