The Veil of Lumen
The first time Dr. Elara Voss stepped into the sublevel facility, the air tasted metallic, like rusted iron and static. Her boots echoed against the concrete floor, a sound that felt too loud for a place designed to keep secrets.…
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Static Bloom
## Static Bloom The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cold under Elias’s forearms. Rain hammered against the plasteel windows, blurring the neon glow of “Stella’s Fuel & Feed.” He hadn’t touched his synth-coffee. The scent of burnt protein…