The Bone Weaver
## The Bone Weaver The rain tasted of charcoal. Amelia ran a gloved hand across the damp clay, the chill seeping through her layers of merino wool. The dig site near Pompeii sprawled beneath a bruised sky, an excavation pit…
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The Obsidian Bloom
## The Obsidian Bloom The tremor started low, a growl beneath the cobblestones. Then it surged, throwing me against the mosaic floor of our atrium. Marble rained down, shattering against the peristyle. My mother screamed, pulling my younger brother, Titus,…