Skyborn
## Skyborn The wind tasted like rain and rust, a familiar tang that settled on Elara’s tongue. She tightened the leather straps of her harness, watching the kumo vines writhe beneath her boots. These weren’t just plants; they were the…
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The Grain of Memory
## The Grain of Memory The cabin exhaled Autumn. Beeswax clung to the air, a sweet counterpoint to the sharp tang of cedar plank. Dust motes danced in the slant of afternoon light, illuminating Elsie’s world. Not a pristine museum…