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…
The hum of fluorescent lights buzzed like a trapped wasp as Jordan slumped over the desk, fingers hovering above the keyboard. A spreadsheet glared back, its columns of data a labyrinth of keywords and metrics. The client’s deadline loomed—two weeks…
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…
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…
Jordan’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, the glow of the screen casting shadows across the cluttered desk. The numbers on the analytics dashboard pulsed like a heartbeat—traffic spiking, rankings climbing, conversions soaring. But something was wrong. The data didn’t align…
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…