Neonova’s Hollow Core
Mara’s boots echoed against the steel floor of the vault, a sound that always felt too loud in the sterile silence. The air smelled of ozone and old data, a metallic tang that clung to her throat. She adjusted the…
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Echo Bloom
## Echo Bloom The chipped Formica of the diner booth stuck to Leo Maxwell’s elbows. Rain smeared the neon glow of “Rosie’s” across the windshield. He hadn’t touched his coffee, just stirred it, watching the steam curl like a phantom…