## The Ledger’s Shadow The rain tasted like ash. Alexandre Lamousse ran a hand across the grimy window of his inherited apartment, watching Parisian streets slick with grey. November clung to the city like a damp shroud. His grandfather, Jean-Luc,…
## Echo Bloom The rain tasted like iron. Not a sharp, metallic tang, but the dull ache of rusted nails pressed against the tongue. Elara licked her lips, the chill clinging to them despite the humid Georgia air. She stood…
## The Stillness Echo The rain smelled like wet asphalt and regret. Elias pulled his collar higher, the damp chill sinking into his bones as he watched her. Amelia sat on the park bench, head bowed, a city symphony of…