Echos – Book 2 | Ghost Protocols | Chapter 5: Dead Frequency
The safehouse in Kornos was barely more than a ruin. A single-story stone farmhouse nestled…
The safehouse in Kornos was barely more than a ruin. A single-story stone farmhouse nestled…
The café in old town Limassol didn’t exist on Google Maps. It sat between a…
The sun was already high by the time Alon and Nora reached the outskirts of…
The apartment was dark except for the wash of green and gold from Nora’s laptop…
The Red Sea was a mirror that morning, flat, gleaming, deceptively still. Below the surface,…
Larnaca smelled of salt and citrus and secrets left too long in the sun. The…
Eilat woke slowly, the city blinking under a gauze of pre-dawn haze. The Red Sea…
The Arava Valley was all bone and heat and silence. A single road stretched into…
The industrial edge of Eilat was a skeleton of its former self, warehouses cracked open…
Eilat wasn’t a city, it was a mirage stitched together by sun and silence. The…
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