Ghost Echo
## Ghost Echo The rain tasted like rust. Finn wiped a smear of it from his cheek, the neon glare of the Neon Drift market blurring through the downpour. He tugged the hood of his worn jacket tighter, ignoring the…
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The Silk & Steel Knot
## The Silk & Steel Knot The dust tasted of cinnamon and regret. Old Man Tiber, they called him – though few knew his true name – adjusted the worn silk scarf shielding his face from the relentless Beijing sun.…