## The Echo Bloom The salt spray stung Elara’s face, tasting of old metal and something akin to regret. She gripped the railing of the transport skiff, watching Isla Ascendencia rise from the churning grey expanse. It wasn’s an island…
## The Echo Thief Rain lashed against the panoramic window of Elias Thorne’s office, blurring the neon sprawl of Neo-San Francisco into an impressionistic watercolor. He ignored it, focused on the data scrolling across his monitor – a chaotic cascade…
The rain in Havenwood tasted like ash and regret. It clung to the slate roofs, slicked the cobblestones into a bruised purple sheen, and smelled like damp wool and forgotten promises. I’d been tracking this for weeks—not a crime, exactly,…