Clara stepped off the bus, her boots crunching on gravel as the salt-kissed wind tugged at her coat. The town of Marrow’s End was smaller than she’d remembered, its crooked buildings huddled against the sea like old friends sharing secrets.…
The salt-kissed air bit at Clara’s cheeks as she adjusted the lamp’s wick, its golden glow slicing through the predawn gloom. The lighthouse had been her sanctuary since her father’s death, a place where the roar of the sea drowned…
Mara stood at the edge of the cliff, her boots sinking into the damp sand as the wind tugged at her wool coat. The lighthouse loomed behind her, its skeletal frame silhouetted against the bruised sky. She hadn’t expected company.…
## The Salt and the Stain The Indigo Coast road wasn’t a place you *drove*; it unfurled beneath the tires, a ribbon of grey clinging to cliffs. Salt spray tasted like ghosts on Elias Thorne’s lips as he steered his…
The rain in Dustbowl wasn’t normal rain. It was thick, almost viscous, smelling of iron and something else… decayed roses. Not a pleasant scent, not at all. It clung to everything – the corrugated iron of Sal’s diner, the weathered…