## Trenchsong The salt spray stung Ardea’s face, a familiar slap across her skin. Below, the submersible *Charybdis* descended into Monterey Canyon, its powerful lights cutting through the perpetual twilight. Her fingers danced across the console, calibrating the hydrophones, each…
## The Chroma Pact Rain lashed against the corrugated iron roof of Maeve’s workshop, a frantic percussion that mirrored the knot tightening in her stomach. The smell of ozone and burnt copper permeated the air, a familiar scent that usually…
The rain tasted like salt and regret. I watched it sheet down the corrugated iron roof of the Fisherman’s Rest, a pub clinging to the edge of Valoria, a village that seemed determined to dissolve back into the bruised grey…
The rain tasted like salt and regret. I watched it sheet down the corrugated iron roof of the Fisherman’s Rest, a pub clinging to the edge of Valoria, a village that seemed determined to dissolve back into the bruised grey…