Mara pulled the hood of her jacket tighter as the wind sliced through the pine trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant smoke. The town of Hollowbrook lay silent beneath a bruised sky, its streets flickering with the…
Mara stepped off the creaking ferry, her boots crunching on gravel as the salt-kissed wind tugged at her coat. The lighthouse loomed ahead, its skeletal frame etched against the bruised sky. She hadn’t set foot in Black Hollow since the…
Mara Voss stepped off the creaking bus, her boots crunching over gravel as the scent of pine and damp earth filled her lungs. Blackthorn had not changed in ten years—same rusted streetlights, same crooked storefronts, same air of quiet desperation.…
The rain tapped the window like a cipher, each drop a secret whispered to the glass. Mara stood at the edge of the town square, her boots sinking into the mud as she scanned the rows of weathered storefronts. The…
The town of Hollowbrook clung to its secrets like a moth to a flickering bulb. Clara Voss returned not for nostalgia but for the file she’d left behind—a USB drive buried in her mother’s desk, its contents a cipher she’d…
The wind howled through the skeletal trees as Mara stepped off the rusted bus, her boots crunching on gravel. The town of Blackmoor lay ahead, its silhouette jagged against the bruised sky. She hadn’t returned in twelve years, but the…
Maya sat at her desk, the glow of her monitor casting blue light across the sterile office walls. The hum of fluorescent lights blended with the rhythmic clatter of keyboards, a sound she’d long since tuned out. Her fingers hovered…
The town of Cedar Hollow had always been a place where secrets lingered in the misty air, but nothing prepared Clara Voss for the unraveling that began the day she found the note. It was tucked beneath the door of…
The salt air bit sharp against Mara’s cheeks as she stepped off the ferry, her boots crunching over gravel. The town of Seabrook hadn’t changed—same creaking docks, same bleached-white houses clinging to the cliffs. But the businesses along Main Street…
Jordan stepped off the bus, the gravel crunching under their boots as the scent of pine and damp earth filled the air. The town of Hollow Brook had not changed in ten years—same crooked streetlights, same peeling paint on the…
Mara stepped off the creaking bus, her boots sinking into the damp earth of Cedar Hollow. The air smelled of pine and decay, a scent that clung to her like a memory she couldn’t name. She hadn’t returned in ten…
The hum of the server room was a low, steady pulse, like a heartbeat. Jordan leaned against the cold metal of the workstation, eyes scanning the screen where data streamed in jagged lines. The numbers had been dropping for days—traffic,…
The wind whispered through the pines, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant woodsmoke. Clara Hartman stepped off the rusted bus, her boots crunching over gravel as she stared at the town she’d sworn never to return to. Pine…
Mara traced the hum of the city’s neural grid through her fingertips, the static of encrypted data pulsing beneath her skin. The air smelled of ozone and rust, a metallic tang that clung to her clothes. She stood at the…
The server room hummed with a low, persistent buzz, like a trapped wasp. Alex leaned against the cold metal of the rack, fingers tracing the edge of a terminal screen. The numbers on the dashboard flickered—traffic spikes, bounce rates, conversion…