The Echo Architect
## The Echo Architect The rain tasted like iron. Not a pleasant metallic tang, but the raw, insistent flavor of blood on concrete. Elias traced a finger across the damp brick wall, the chill seeping into his bone. He’s stood…
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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 streaks. He hadn’t touched his coffee, the steam long dissipated.…