The air in Willow Creek tasted like rust and pine sap when Mara stepped off the bus, her boots crunching over gravel that whispered secrets beneath her feet. The town stretched before her—weathered clapboard houses, a diner with a flickering…
The wind howled through the skeletal trees as Mara stepped off the bus, her boots crunching on gravel. The town of Black Hollow lay ahead, its crooked rooftops silhouetted against a bruised sky. She hadn’t set foot here in fifteen…
The morning air bit through Clara’s coat as she stepped off the bus, her boots crunching gravel. The town of Black Hollow stretched before her, its skeletal trees clawing at a bruised sky. She hadn’t set foot here in seventeen…
The *Odyssey’s* hull groaned as it pierced the planet’s thin atmosphere, crimson dust swirling in eddies around the vessel. Captain Mara Voss tightened her grip on the control panel, her boots pressing into the grated floor as the ship shuddered.…