
The Luminous Core
The air in the underground facility tasted like iron and static, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat. She adjusted her gloves, the synthetic material creaking as she stepped over a tangle of exposed…
The air in the underground facility tasted like iron and static, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat. She adjusted her gloves, the synthetic material creaking as she stepped over a tangle of exposed…
## Echo Bloom The desert wind tasted like rust and regret. Rain hadn’t kissed Redemption Ridge in eight months, not that anyone expected it to. Dust devils pirouetted across the cracked earth as Wren knelt, tracing a faded glyph carved…