The Dust and the Dawn
Clara’s boots sank into the cracked earth as she pulled the scarf tighter around her face, the wind carving through the fabric like a blade. The sky had turned the color of ash, a low growl of thunder rumbling in…
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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…