Clara stepped off the creaking bus, her boots crunching gravel as the scent of pine and damp earth filled her lungs. The town of Blackthorn had not changed in ten years—same crooked streetlights, same rusted gate at the cemetery, same…
Mara adjusted the dials on her vintage radio, the hum of the receiver blending with the static in her apartment. The air smelled of old wood and burnt coffee, a scent that clung to her like a second skin. She’d…
The air smelled of rain and pine as Lena stepped off the bus, her boots crunching on gravel. The town of Blackmoor hadn’t changed in ten years—same crooked streetlights, same rusted fence around the old mill. But the diner’s neon…
The neon sign flickered above the storefront, casting a blood-red glow over the sidewalk. Mara adjusted her black beret, her fingers brushing the cold steel of the revolver tucked into her waistband. The air reeked of fried onions and desperation.…