The Echo Bloom
## The Echo Bloom Rain lashed against the diner window, blurring the neon glow of “Lou’s Eats.” Inside, the smell of burnt coffee and frying bacon clung to everything. Amelia traced a damp circle on the Formica tabletop with her…
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Ghost Echo
## Ghost Echo The rain tasted like rust. Finn wiped a smear of it from his cheek, the neon glare of the Neon Drift market blurring through the downpour. He tugged the hood of his worn jacket tighter, ignoring the…
The Abyssal Chorus
## The Abyssal Chorus The chipped Formica countertop stuck to Dr. Aris Thorne’s elbows. He hadn’t slept properly in seventy-two hours, fueled by lukewarm coffee and a growing dread. The spectrogram on the monitor pulsed crimson, a frantic heartbeat against…