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Meridian

## Bloom The humid air tasted of petrichor and something vaguely metallic, a constant background note within the Meridian. My boots sunk slightly into the manufactured loam as I walked, each step a dull thud against the biodome’s artificial quiet.…

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The Pollen Memory

## The Pollen Memory The rust-colored dust tasted like regret. Old man Hemlock swore it held the flavor of every failed harvest, every lost face in Respite. I didn’t taste faces, just grit on my tongue and the metallic tang…

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