The Gingham Sigil and the Warmth It Holds
They told me the Syndicate only works in basements, behind mirrors, where
occult romance
Ephemeral Bloom in Concrete Fields
The city breathes a cold indifference, doesn’t it? Another grey dawn
Veridian Bloom
The rain tasted like ash tonight, another cleansing ritual the city wouldn&
The Obsidian Bloom
The rain always knew where to find him. A predictable pattern, really,
