Clara stepped off the bus, her boots crunching on gravel as the scent of pine and damp earth filled her lungs. The town of Black Hollow had not changed—same crooked streetlights, same rusted fence around the old mill. But the…
Jordan’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, the glow of the monitor casting blue light across the cluttered desk. The co-working space hummed with the clatter of keyboards and muffled conversations, but Jordan’s mind was elsewhere—focused on the spreadsheet open on…
Clara’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, the glow of her monitor casting blue shadows across her desk. The analytics dashboard flickered, red warning signs blinking like a heartbeat gone wrong. She leaned in, breath shallow, as the numbers twisted into…
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 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…
Clara Voss stepped off the creaking bus, her boots crunching gravel as the autumn wind sliced through her coat. Blackwood, a town buried in the pine-draped hills of Oregon, had not changed in ten years—except for the digital signs flickering…
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 hum of fluorescent lights buzzed like a trapped wasp in the cramped office, casting a sterile glow over rows of laptops. Mira Voss leaned back in her creaking chair, fingers stilled over the keyboard, as the latest analytics report…
Mara stood at the edge of the woods, her boots sinking into the damp earth as the scent of pine and decaying leaves filled her lungs. The town of Blackmoor had not changed in twenty years—same crooked streetlights, same rusted…
The fluorescent hum of the office buzzed like a trapped wasp. Lena’s fingers hovered over her keyboard, the glow of her screen casting pale light on the coffee stain smudged across her desk. Outside, the city pulsed with neon and…
Maya traced the edges of the coffee mug, its handle chipped from years of use. The diner’s neon sign flickered above her, casting a pale glow over the cracked vinyl booths. She hadn’t set foot in Rivertown since the funeral,…
The air in Harbor’s End hung heavy with salt and diesel, the kind of brine that clung to your skin long after you left the docks. Mira Voss stepped off the bus, her boots crunching over gravel as she scanned…
The warehouse hummed with the low groan of machinery, a sound that had become as familiar to Mara as the pulse of her own heart. She adjusted her gloves, the leather creaking as she stepped over a tangle of cables…
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 town of Hollowbrook had always been a place of whispers. By day, the cobbled streets hummed with the faint clatter of horse-drawn carriages and the scent of fresh-baked bread from Mrs. Delaney’s bakery. By night, the fog rolled in…