Chroma Bloom
## Chroma Bloom The wind tasted of dust and ozone, a metallic tang clinging to the back of my throat. My boots crunched on calcified soil, the sound echoing strangely across the glacier’s slow crawl. It wasn’t ice, not really.…
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The Mycelial Bloom
## The Mycelial Bloom The tremor registered a 3.2 on the Richter scale, insignificant enough to barely register on most seismic monitors. But Elias Vance, a geologist with perpetually bloodshot eyes and the nervous energy of a caged hawk, caught…