## The Echo Painter Rain lashed against the corrugated iron roof of the warehouse, a relentless drumming that mirrored Elara’s pulse. The space smelled of damp concrete, stale coffee, and something vaguely metallic – the scent of experimentation. She gripped…
## 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,…
## The Echo Bloom The rain tasted like rust on Elara’s tongue. She stood beneath the awning of O’Malley’s Diner, watching droplets smear across the neon sign. Inside, the aroma of burnt coffee and frying bacon battled with a lingering…