The shard on Rayyan’s nightstand pulsed like a living thing. Each glow came with a faint sound: ‘thrum, thrum’, like the heartbeat of something vast beneath the earth. Rayyan couldn’t sleep. His mind raced with Liana’s words, the image of his own Echo smirking back at him, and the chilling...
For as long as anyone could remember, a strange cloud had floated above the small town of Mandanabad. It never drifted away with the winds nor changed its shape. While other clouds came and went, this one stayed, hanging silently like a guardian. The townsfolk called it Al-Sahab al-Ghareeb—the Strange...
The message on Rayyan’s laptop glowed like a wound. Phase Three begins now. He wanted to slam the lid shut, to forget everything. But the words burned inside him. If Phase Two had ended with underwater vaults, frozen children, and an army of Echoes, then what could Phase Three mean?...
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