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The Sunken Chorus

## The Sunken Chorus The chipped ceramic warmed Maya’s palm. Not with heat, exactly. More like a thrumming silence. She traced the spiral grooves etched into its surface – not by hand, she suspected, but *grown*. It felt…familiar. Like a…

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The Crimson Echo

## The Ghost Notes The salt spray tasted like regret. Wren traced the chipped Formica of the diner counter, each groove a miniature ocean current mirroring the one churning outside. Coffee, black as pitch, warmed her hands but couldn’t touch…

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