The Echo Chamber
## The Echo Chamber The rain tasted like ash. Elara swiped a hand across her cheek, the grit clinging to her skin. Fifteen. She’s fifteen and already a vessel, an oracle drowning in the future. The Assignment Ceremony felt like…
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The Echo Chamber Bloom
## The Echo Chamber Bloom Rain slicked the pavement of Seattle’s Pike Place Market, reflecting neon signs smeared across a grey afternoon. Elara traced patterns on the steamed-up window of her favorite coffee shop, avoiding eye contact with the barrage…