The Last Light of Summer
Clara stood at the edge of the cliff, her boots sinking into the damp sand as the wind tugged at her wool coat. The lighthouse loomed behind her, its beam slicing through the gray afternoon like a blade. She hadn’t…
mysterious past
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The Last Light of Summer
Clara stepped off the bus, her boots crunching on gravel as the salt-kissed wind tugged at her coat. The town of Marrow’s End was smaller than she’d remembered, its crooked buildings huddled against the sea like old friends sharing secrets.…
Echoes of Aethelburg
The salt spray tasted like regret on Alure’s lips. Years adrift hadn’t strengthened bone, only honed edges. They traced the glyphs carved into the driftwood, fingers thin as spider silk. The wood warmed under their touch, not from sun, but…