The air tasted like iron by the time Elara reached the edge of the woods. Her boots crunched over frostbitten leaves, each step a reminder of the silence that clung to Larkspur like a shroud. The town’s gas lamps flickered…
The air in the library reeked of burnt parchment and iron. Lira’s boots scuffed the marble floor as she stepped deeper into the archives, her fingers brushing the spines of books that hummed faintly, like sleeping creatures. The shelves stretched…
The air tasted of iron and ash as Kael pressed his palm against the bark of the ancient oak, its leaves trembling despite the stillness. The forest had always whispered to him, but today the sound was a low, ragged…
The sky above Virelia was a bruise of gray, its clouds thick with the scent of rain that never fell. Kaela stood at the edge of the floating island, her boots crunching over gravel as she stared at the horizon.…
The air in Evershade smelled of pine and iron, a sharp tang that clung to the back of Kaela’s throat as she knelt beside the broken stone. Her fingers traced the cracks in the relic’s surface, jagged lines etched by…
The air reeked of smoke and iron as Eleanor tightened her grip on the satchel, its leather worn smooth by years of carrying secrets. The moon hung low over the Massachusetts fields, casting pale light on the frozen earth, where…
In the shadow of the Boston harbor, where salt-laced winds whispered secrets of rebellion, Elara Whitlock tended to the sick in her father’s apothecary. The year was 1774, and the air crackled with more than just the chill of early…
The air reeked of iron and ash as Kael dragged his blade from the mud, its edge chipped from the clash. The battlefield sprawled behind him—skeletal trees, half-buried wagons, the shattered remains of a dozen banners. He wiped blood from…
The air reeked of iron and burnt linen as Clara Bennett pressed her palms against the cold steel of the operating table, her knuckles whitening. Outside, the distant thunder of cannons rolled over the field hospital, a relentless heartbeat that…
The air in the library reeked of dust and burnt parchment, a stench that clung to Kael’s skin like a second layer. His fingers, calloused from years of handling brittle pages, trembled as they traced the faded script on the…
The air in the hospital tent reeked of iron and damp linen. Eliza wiped her hands on her apron, the coarse fabric scratching her palms, and glanced at the row of cots stretching into the dimness. A moan rippled through…
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…
The air in Veyrith reeked of burning incense and iron, a scent Kael had come to associate with desperation. He crouched in the shadows of the Flamekeep’s outer corridor, fingers twitching against the cold stone as he listened to the…
The sky above Veyra bled crimson, a slow, viscous drip of color that clung to the horizon like a wound. Lira stood at the edge of the Obsidian Spire, her fingers curled around the cold iron railing, watching the sun…
The air in Emberfall reeked of burnt pitch and damp stone, a sour tang that clung to Kael’s throat as he trudged through the village square. Lanterns flickered along the cobbled paths, their flames dimmer than they’d been a fortnight…