## The Loom of Echoes Rain lashed against the corrugated iron roof, a frantic drumbeat mimicking Elara’s pulse. The workshop smelled of damp wool and ozone—a familiar scent, a comfort in the relentless grayness of Dustbowl, Nebraska. She adjusted her…
## Echo Bloom The desert wind tasted like rust and regret. Rain hadn’t kissed Redemption Ridge in eight months, not that anyone expected it to. Dust devils pirouetted across the cracked earth as Wren knelt, tracing a faded glyph carved…
The chipped Formica of the counter felt cool under Kenji’s palms. Dust motes danced in the single bare bulb hanging above. Outside, Tokyo exhaled a gritty sigh, a city still coughing up ash, even a year after the firestorms. He…