Charleston is being edited.

Asha's right arm is no longer flesh. It is silica and silver bone. Rain clicks on it. A fracture in the knuckle will not heal. Every time she pulls iron-debt from the city's gates, her shadow brightens, and the things in the marsh follow the light.

The Council is not hunting people anymore.
They are sanitizing streets.

Grey slurry flattens historic brick to nothing. Harvest logs list coordinates, not names. One line stops her cold:

The Obi Shop: Status: Scheduled.

If the shop is redacted, the wards holding her brother in the Null-Zone die with it. He will not be captured. He will be deleted.

She cannot grip a latch. She cannot hide. Every link she opens to Elijah turns her into a beacon.

The city is being scrubbed clean.
She is the typo they mean to strike.

What to expect:
Dark urban fantasy · Body horror / calcification · Hidden Council · Lineage war · Brother in peril · Found resistance · Charleston as a living palimpsest · Book 2 of 3

Read Book 1 first.