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Chromatic Bloom

## The Chromatic Bloom Rain hammered the corrugated steel roof, a relentless percussion against Elara’s world. A damp chill clung to her skin despite the unnatural heat blooming from the firestarter paper clutched in her hand. The paper didn’t burn…

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The Static Bloom

## The Static Bloom Dust motes danced in the single beam slicing through the viewport. Old Man Tiber, they called him, though barely sixty cycles ticked on his bones. He didn’t correct anyone. Names here were fluid, less about identity…

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The Static Bloom

## The Static Bloom Dust tasted like regret. Old metal, pulverized bone, the ghost of rain that hadn’t fallen in decades. Wren coughed, pulling her bandana tighter across her nose. The sun, a bruised plum low on the horizon, bled…

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The Static Bloom

## The Static Bloom The dust tasted like old pennies and regret. Kaelen spat, the grit clinging to his tongue. Below, the turquoise swirl of Xylos pulsed, a living ocean contained within a geodesic skin. Not *real* ocean, not anymore.…

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The Static Bloom

## The Static Bloom The dust motes danced in the single shaft of sunlight slicing through the greenhouse glass. Old Man Tiber, they called him, though nobody’d seen him truly *old*, just…worn. He adjusted the humidity gauge, his knuckles bone-white…

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The Static Bloom

## The Static Bloom The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cold under Leo Maxwell’s elbows. Rain lashed against the window, blurring the neon glow of “Rosie’s” into smeared pink and blue. He hadn’t touched his coffee, the steam…

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The Static Bloom

## The Static Bloom The air tasted like burnt sugar and regret. Not a chemical tang, but something deeper, woven into the particulate shimmer that coated everything on Isohel Prime. Thirty layers of atmosphere did *that* to a planet, apparently.…

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