The Last Light of Veyra
The sky above Veyra bled crimson, a slow, viscous drip of color that clung to the horizon like a wound. Lira stood at the edge of the Obsidian Spire, her fingers curled around the cold iron railing, watching the sun…
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The Last Ember of Vireth
The air in Tharvyn stank of burnt sage and old iron. Kael crouched beside the riverbank, fingers pressing into the damp earth as he scanned the tangled reeds. Somewhere in the muck, the vial lay hidden—a glass capsule no larger…
The Cartographer’s Bloom
## The Cartographer’s Bloom Rain lashed against the corrugated metal roof of Elias Thorne’s workshop, a relentless drumming that echoed the frantic beat in his chest. The scent of ozone and damp earth clung to everything, a familiar comfort layered…