Claris: Radd

Claris Radd had always believed that the sharpest lines in the world were not cut by swords, but drawn by the careful hand of a cartographer. For twenty years, she had served the Celestine Archive, a sprawling, silent citadel built into the flank of a dormant volcano. Her fingers, stained with indigo and ochre, had traced the meandering of a thousand rivers, the jagged teeth of a hundred mountain ranges, and the fragile, dotted lines that marked where one kingdom’s arrogance ended and another’s began.

"You fight ghosts," Claris spoke, her voice cutting through the wind like a whetstone. "But I am flesh and blood. And blood is much easier to spill." claris radd

Retrieving and repurposing "ghost tech"—hardware abandoned by mega-corporations that still holds valuable data or rare materials. Biography & Background Claris Radd had always believed that the sharpest