Echo Bloom
## Echo Bloom The dust tasted like iron and regret. Lena spat, wiping her gloved hand across her cheek. The excavation site hummed – not with the usual clatter of shovels and pickaxes, but a low-frequency thrum emanating from the…
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The Static Bloom
## The Static Bloom The dust tasted like regret and old circuits. Wren coughed, pulling the rebreather tighter against her face. Above, the skeletal remains of Chicago clawed at a bruised sky, less city now than a geological oddity. Not…