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 Star-Echo Weaver
## The Star-Echo Weaver The rain tasted like rust. Elara spat, the metallic tang coating her tongue a familiar discomfort amidst the perpetual gloom of Atheria. Grey rain always felt like rust, clinging to everything – skin, clothes, memories. Atheria…