The Unseen Horizon
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the electrode array on Kieran’s scalp, her fingers brushing the cool metal as the lab hummed with the low thrum of machines. The air smelled of antiseptic and ozone, a metallic tang that clung to her…
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The Last Light of Summer
The first time she saw him, Clara was kneading dough in the bakery’s early morning hush, the scent of yeast thick in the air like a promise. The bell above the door jingled, and she turned, flour still clinging to…
The Bloom & the Gear
## The Bloom & the Gear The rain smelled of wet earth and something else—something sharp, metallic. Elara clutched her threadbare shawl tighter as she hurried down Willow Creek’s main street, the damp clinging to her like a second skin.…
The Cartographer’s Shadow
## The Cartographer’s Shadow The dust tasted of old parchment and regret. Elara spat, wiping a smear across the worn leather of her glove. The shard pulsed beneath her fingertips—a frantic heartbeat in the cavernous Archive. It depicted a harvest…