Echo Bloom
## Echo Bloom The rain tasted like iron. Not a sharp, metallic tang, but the dull ache of rusted nails pressed against the tongue. Elara licked her lips, the chill clinging to them despite the humid Georgia air. She stood…
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The Stillness Echo
## The Stillness Echo The rain smelled like wet asphalt and regret. Elias pulled his collar higher, the damp chill sinking into his bones as he watched her. Amelia sat on the park bench, head bowed, a city symphony of…
The Abyssal Chorus
## The Abyssal Chorus The chipped Formica countertop stuck to Dr. Aris Thorne’s elbows. He hadn’t slept properly in seventy-two hours, fueled by lukewarm coffee and a growing dread. The spectrogram on the monitor pulsed crimson, a frantic heartbeat against…