
The Dust and the Dawn
The sun hung low over the mesa, casting long shadows across the cracked earth as Jace traced the faded trail through the sagebrush. His boots crunched over gravel, each step a reminder of the miles behind him and the ones…
The sun hung low over the mesa, casting long shadows across the cracked earth as Jace traced the faded trail through the sagebrush. His boots crunched over gravel, each step a reminder of the miles behind him and the ones…
## Dough & Data The chipped Formica countertop stuck to Detective Leo Reynolds’s elbow. Rain lashed against the window of Mabel’s Diner, mirroring the storm inside him. Website ranking. That was his current hell. Not catching actual criminals, but boosting…
The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of O’Malley’s Bait & Tackle, a relentless percussion that mirrored the anxiety thrumming beneath Silas’ skin. He wiped condensation from his worn baseball cap, letting it fall back into place with a…
The salt spray tasted like regret. Rain lashed the chrome towers of New Aethelburg, a city built on the bones of old Atlantic City, a place nobody remembered rightly. Below, the fractured boardwalk—more glass and bioluminescent algae than wood—reflected the…