Root & Wire
## Root & Wire The dust tasted like rust, clinging to Elara’s tongue as she walked the cracked earth of her family’s farm. Fifteen years old, and already a landscape sculptor, carving canyons in the parched soil with each weary…
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The Basin Weavers
## The Basin Weavers The wind tasted of pine needles and dust, a familiar bite against Lin’s raw throat. He squinted at the churning grey sky, pulling his threadbare tunic tighter against the chill. Behind him, a ragged line of…
The Bloomkeepers
## The Bloomkeepers The dust tasted like regret. Amelia spat, a gritty film coating her tongue. Around her, the sprawling expanse of what used to be Kansas shimmered under a merciless sun. Cracked earth stretched toward a bleached horizon, fractured…
Silas
## Whispers of Stone Dust devils danced across the cracked earth, mocking Elias’s efforts to coax a single stalk of corn from the parched soil. The Nebraska sun beat down, relentless, turning the air thick and heavy as a wool…