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The man she'd loved and betrayed was standing in the resort bar with a drink she'd taught him to make, and Iris reali...
The merchant's hands still smelled of cardamom and cloves when she gripped the lighthouse railing, salt wind erasing ...
The moment Iris realized the stranger in her bunker wasn't there to steal her work was the moment she stopped being a...
The message arrived on a torn napkin stuffed into her paint-stained jacket pocket: Your work was meant for my tent, n...
The sawdust beneath Thea's boots tasted like copper and burnt sugar when she stopped breathing—because the acrobat su...
The message arrived on a sandstorm-scoured tablet: Chef, your soufflé saved my life once. I'm dying. Cook for me? Noe...
The encrypted file she shouldn't have found named the station commander as a traitor, and now Iris had forty-eight ho...
She was microdosing nootropics in the noodle line when the corporate courier ordered something she'd never made—not b...
The cold stone beneath Iris's bare feet tasted of copper and time as she knelt to touch the burned-out hearth, and wh...
The lighthouse keeper's daughter played violin like she was burning down the only thing keeping her alive, and when R...
The uranium-235 sample wasn't what I came to the bunker for, but losing it meant losing him—the only person who'd eve...
The encrypted message tastes like copper on her tongue as she reads it, but it's the tremor in her hands—calloused fr...
The salt-roughened wool of his sweater catches under her fingernails as she grabs him to steady herself on the lighth...
The puzzle piece she'd spray-painted onto the abandoned mall's fountain in 1997 was still there—and someone had just ...
Opening The man in the irradiated canyon shouldn't exist—not according to every timeline she'd memorized—and yet he's...
Lighthouse The forged signature on the deed was still wet when Iris realized the keeper's death wasn't an accident—it...
The curse breaks the moment Iris realizes she's been flying the same holding pattern for three years—circling the sam...
The message burned across her encrypted feed in dead drop code: "Sector 7. Alone. Bring the rifle." Kess killed the s...
The guitar's strings hummed with static before the dust storm arrived backwards, and Kess realized the woman humming ...
The message arrived as a coffee stain on her wrist—a dead drop encoded in the barista's shaking hands—and she realize...