The Last Light of Summer
The salt-kissed air tasted like memory as Clara stepped off the ferry, her boots crunching on gravel. The dock creaked beneath her, a sound she hadn’t heard in a decade, and the sun hung low over the water, bleeding gold…
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The Embrace of Storms
The wind howled through the skeletal trees of Virelle Forest, carrying the scent of damp moss and iron. Kaela tightened her cloak against the chill, her boots crunching over frost-bitten leaves. The village of Elmhollow lay behind her, its thatched…
The Salt and Sky
The first time she saw him again, the sea was a blade of glass beneath the sun. Mira stood at the edge of the dock, her boots sinking into the wet wood as the wind tugged at her coat. The…
The Weaver of Lost Feelings
The rain tasted like static. Old Man Tiber, they called him, though nobody knew if he *was* an old man anymore, or just a construct wearing the skin of one. His shop, a cubbyhole wedged between a noodle stall and…