Echo Bloom
## The Echo Bloom The lottery came at twenty-one. Everyone knew it. A chill settled over the cafeteria that day, even with the synthetic sun blazing down on the polymer tables. My name, Elara Vance, echoed through the hall—a tremor…
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The Bloom Collector
## The Bloom Collector The salt spray tasted like ghosts. Wren traced the chipped Formica of the galley table, knuckles white against the faded blue. Outside, the *Cerulean’s* hull hummed, a low thrum against the perpetual gray of the Pacific.…