The Echo Bloom
## The Echo Bloom The air tasted of sulfur and iron, a familiar tang to Lyra. Her boots crunched on obsidian dust as she descended the geothermal stairwell, the rhythmic pulse of the earth thrumming against her ribs. Above, the…
Sunstone
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The Search for the Sunstone Scale
The rain tasted like metal and salt, slick on Elisse’s skin. It hammered against the corrugated iron roofs of Ossa Bay’s marketplace, a rhythmic percussion that blended with the creak of wooden carts and the guttural calls of merchants hawking…