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…
The morning sun slanted through the office windows, casting jagged light across rows of desks. Mira’s fingers hovered over her keyboard, the glow of her screen reflecting in her dark eyes. A client’s website had dropped 20 points in rankings…
Mara sat at her desk, the glow of her laptop casting blue light across the cluttered room. A faint hum from the printer mingled with the scent of burnt coffee. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, staring at the spreadsheet…
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…
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 stepped off the bus into the thick July air, her boots crunching gravel as she scanned the town square. The clock tower’s hands hung frozen at 3:17, a relic from the 1920s when the town had last updated anything.…
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…
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…
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…