The Hollowed Veil
Lila found the door on a Tuesday, tucked behind a stack of moth-eaten quilts in her grandmother’s attic. The air smelled of dust and old cedar, the kind that clung to your skin and lingered in your lungs. She’d been…
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The Unseen Current
The air inside the facility hummed with a low, electric tension, like a storm brewing just beyond the reach of sight. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the synthetic material stiff against her skin, and stared at the glass chamber…
The Last Broadcast
The *Aurora’s Wake* drifted through the void, its hull scarred by solar flares and the whisper of distant stars. Captain Mira Voss stood at the observation deck, her gloved fingers tracing the cold glass as she watched Eos-9 loom ahead—a…
The Lighthouse Keeper’s Daughter
Clara’s boots crunched over gravel as she pulled her coat tighter, the wind slicing through the collar. The lighthouse stood at the edge of the world, its white paint peeling like sunburned skin. She hadn’t spoken to her aunt since…
The Hollowed Core
The air in the sublevel chamber tasted metallic, like rusted wires and static. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking as she pressed a palm against the glass wall of the containment unit. Inside, the thing pulsed—slow, rhythmic,…
The Gilded Dust
Clara stepped off the creaking wagon, her boots sinking into the red dirt as the sun blazed overhead. The town of Red Rock sprawled before her, a jagged line of wooden shacks and smoke-belching chimneys clinging to the base of…
The Last Horizon
The air reeked of ozone and rust, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Lena’s throat. She adjusted her visor, the reinforced glass fogging with each breath. Beyond the cracked hull of the *Erebus*, the planet loomed—a bruise…
The Last Lightkeeper
Mara stepped off the creaking ferry, her boots sinking into the damp gravel of Hollow’s End. The air reeked of salt and decay, a sharp contrast to the sterile hospital corridors she’d left behind. Her mother’s voice echoed in her…
The Hollow Veil
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the neural interface, her fingers trembling as the hum of the machine filled the sterile lab. The air smelled of ozone and antiseptic, a scent that had become familiar over the past year. She stared at…
The Ember Trail
The air reeked of pine resin and iron as Clara dug through the dirt, her calloused fingers trembling. The sun hung low over the Sierra Nevada, casting long shadows across the mine shaft where she’d spent the last three years.…
The Last Broadcast
The *Odyssey* hung in the void like a rusted coin, its hull scarred by decades of solar winds. Captain Mara Voss gripped the rail of the observation deck, her breath fogging the glass as she stared at the planet below.…
The Hollow Veil
Mara’s fingers brushed the damp stone as she pressed herself against the lighthouse wall, her breath fogging in the cold air. The storm had died hours ago, leaving only the creak of the rusted lantern and the distant crash of…
The Keeper of Tides
The first time she saw him, the sea was a bruise of gray, and the lighthouse beam cut through the storm like a blade. Mara stood at the edge of the cliff, her boots sinking into the mud as wind…
The Silent Horizon
The *Aurora* cut through the void like a blade, its hull gleaming under the twin suns of Epsilon Eridani. Captain Mara Voss stood at the observation deck, her gloved fingers pressing against the reinforced glass. Below, the planet Dain-7 loomed—a…
The Whispering Veil
Lila’s fingers brushed the cracked leather of the book, its spine frayed where decades of curious hands had pried it from the library’s forgotten shelf. The air smelled of dust and old paper, but beneath that, something else—a faint metallic…