The Glow Echo
## The Glow Echo The November air smelled like wet iron and dying leaves. Rain slicked the cobblestones of Old Town, reflecting the violet bloom from the willow trees lining the canal. Not natural light. The Glow. Everyone called it…
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The Bloom
The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cold beneath Fi’s elbows. Steam rose from her coffee, blurring the fluorescent lights above. She watched the rain smear the city outside, mirroring the gray cloud hanging over Leo. “You look like…