The Weave of Embers
The air hummed with the scent of burnt cedar as Kaela stepped into the clearing, her boots crunching over brittle leaves. The sky above was a patchwork of gray and gold, the sun struggling to pierce the thick canopy. She…
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The Hollow Beneath
The air smelled like rust and wet stone when Lila first saw the hole. It yawned in the earth behind the abandoned mine, a jagged mouth swallowing the late afternoon light. She crouched, fingers brushing the damp soil, and wondered…
The Hollow Veil
The air tasted like iron as Mara stepped off the bus, her boots crunching gravel underfoot. The town of Blackmoor clung to the hillside like a wound, its crooked buildings leaning toward each other as if sharing secrets. She hadn’t…
Ashes of the Forgotten
The air reeked of burnt timber and iron, a sour tang that clung to the back of Clara’s throat. She crouched behind a splintered fence post, her fingers digging into the dirt as cannon fire roared across the field. The…