Echos – Book 7 | Jericho Bridge (The Amman Intercept) | Chapter 3: Hollow Doctrine
Cairo was always louder in ruin. The embassy had collapsed six months earlier, technically “closed…
Cairo was always louder in ruin. The embassy had collapsed six months earlier, technically “closed…
Amman at night is a living circuit, neon tangled with call to prayer, laughter stitched…
The wind over the Jordan Valley carried dust like it carried prayer, low, endless, and…
The air in the corridor thickened, not with heat, but with memory. It clung to…
The man’s breath fogged the air in sharp, shallow bursts. His skin was paper-white, translucent…
Russia in winter is not a place. It is a silence. A thick, unforgiving stillness…
Mount Carmel rose like a sleeping giant beneath a sky fractured by wind and time.…
They ran. Through dust and sirens, through collapsing code and coughing stone, through the gullet…
The air in the vault was thick, suspended with old breath and older data, the…
The road into the Beqaa Valley was a ribbon of dust and regret. It wound…
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