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Arin's boots sank into the mud as she crept through the ruins, the skeletal remains of skyscrapers clawing at a sulfur-yellow sky. Rain hissed against her rusted shoulder plates, the acidic tang burning her nostrils. Somewhere in this graveyard of concrete and twisted rebar, the Resonance Core pulsed—a relic from the Old World, they said, humming with enough energy to jumpstart a dead star. Or kill a person. Whichever came first. Her gloved hand tightened around the modified shockblade at her hip, its charge humming in time with the static crawling up her spinal implant. Four hours since the last bandit ambush. Too quiet. The scavenger clans didn’t leave prizes like this unguarded, which meant either she’d gotten lucky—unlikely—or something worse had already eaten them. A low-frequency vibration shuddered through the ground, rattling the cracked lenses of her gas mask. She froze. That wasn’t machinery. Nothing born of steel made a sound like that, all wet resonance and fractured harmonics. The Core’s glow suddenly made sense now, sickly green bleeding through a fissure in the collapsed transit tunnel ahead. They’d tried to bury it. Should’ve known better. Old World tech never stayed dead. Arin thumbed the safety off her blade. The light pulsed once, twice, in time with the thing breathing in the dark.
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Trapped in a windswept lighthouse on a forgotten stretch of shore, Emma, Mia, and Ava discover an antique chest brimming with silk gowns, glittering jewels, and cosmetics fit for a masquerade. Drawn to its allure, they adorn themselves in its finery—velvet ribbons, powdered blush, cascading pearls—only to realize the lighthouse doors have vanished. Shadows creep as the tide rises, and the flickering beam above reveals cryptic symbols etched into the walls. To escape, they must decipher the riddles hidden in the light’s pattern: align the mirrors to refract its glow, solve the moonlit cipher in the ledger, and uncover the tide’s rhythm to unseal the tower. Every clue is woven into their newfound treasures—a hairpin’s engraving, the embroidery on a glove, the shifting hues of a brooch. Time slips like sand. Will they unravel the lighthouse’s secret before the waves claim it—or them? The answer lies in what they wear… and what they dare to sacrifice.
