The air reeked of damp stone and old blood when Kael stepped into the cavern, his boots crunching over shattered obsidian. The torch he carried sputtered, casting jagged shadows on the walls where ancient glyphs pulsed faintly, as though remembering…
Clara Whitaker knelt in the dirt, her fingers digging into the soil as if she could unearth answers buried beneath the earth. The morning air smelled of smoke and damp clay, a reminder of the fire that had consumed the…
The air in the clinic tasted like ozone and antiseptic. Lira’s gloved fingers hovered over the Cortex interface, its surface cool beneath her touch. A client’s memory pulsed in the chamber—a flicker of laughter, a scent of rain-soaked earth, the…
The air reeked of gunpowder and damp earth as Thomas Whitaker crouched behind a splintered fence, his fingers numb around the musket stock. The sky hung low, a bruise of clouds swallowing the sun, and the river behind him glowed…