Node Seven
## Node Seven The rain tasted metallic, a constant film on everything in Sector Gamma. Elara wiped her cheek with the back of her gloved hand, leaving a smear of grey against her skin. She’s been tasting it for fourteen…
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Echo Bloom
## Echo Bloom The fluorescent hum of Sector Gamma pressed down on Elara like a physical weight. Another month, another anomaly report. She tapped the screen, the stark data swimming before her eyes: Theta Project Violet, A7, offline seven, concluded…