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The Static Bloom

## The Static Bloom The dust tasted like forgotten birthdays. Old metal, a sweetness clinging to the grit that coated Lena’s tongue. She hadn’t felt rain in seven cycles, not real rain anyway. Just condensation clinging to the geodesic domes…

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Echo Bloom

## Echo Bloom The wind bit through Lena’s parka, a dry, insistent nibble. She adjusted her goggles, the world snapping into crisp focus – frozen tundra stretching to a horizon blurred by swirling snow. Not picturesque, not romantic. Just cold.…

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