The Last Ember of Aetheria
The air reeked of smoke and iron as Lira crouched behind a jagged rock, her breath shallow, her fingers curled around the hilt of a dagger she hadn’t used in years. The village behind her was a smoldering ruin, its…
Mountains
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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…
Runecarves
The wind tasted of grit and regret. Lysara cursed, picking bits of shale from her braid. Below, the valley sprawled, stitched with silver rivers. Not the view she’d anticipated. Not at all. She’d pictured a graceful landing, a triumphant return.…