Echos – Book 6 | Black Snow (The Moscow Protocol) | Chapter 1: The Dead Frequency
Russia in winter is not a place. It is a silence. A thick, unforgiving stillness…
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…
The boy didn’t sleep. He lay curled on the cot beneath the bare window, eyes…
Beirut glowed like a wound at dusk. The city bled orange over its own skyline,…
The sun climbed slowly over the edge of the plateau, spilling gold across the desert…
The desert wind changed just after midnight. It swept in low and sudden, carrying fine…
The desert didn’t care about politics. It stretched beyond Cairo in scorched waves, long and…
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