The Iron Hand of Clara Vale
Clara Vale’s fingers trembled as she adjusted the last gear on the contraption, the scent of oil and scorched metal thick in the air. The workshop hummed with the low groan of steam valves, a sound she’d come to know…
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The Silent Signal
The salt-kissed air bit at Elara’s cheeks as she climbed the lighthouse stairs, her boots echoing against the rusted metal. The storm had blown itself out hours ago, leaving the coast in a brittle stillness. She’d come to clear out…
The Hollowed Ground
The air reeked of iron and damp earth as Lila stepped off the creaking wagon, her boots sinking into the dust. The town of Red Creek stretched before her, a ragged line of wooden buildings hunched against the Sierra Nevada’s…