The Echo Bloom
## The Echo Bloom The rain tasted like rust. Elias wiped his face, the droplets clinging to stubble he hadn’t bothered shaving in days. The lab smelled of ozone and stale coffee, a familiar cocktail that usually soothed him. Tonight,…
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The Echo Bloom
## The Echo Bloom Rain lashed against the ferroconcrete of Sector 7, each drop a tiny hammer blow. Elara huddled deeper into her threadbare coat, the damp chill seeping through despite layers of worn synthetics. She watched a Nomari courier…