The Fractured Core
The first thing she noticed was the cold. Not the kind that curled around your bones and made you shiver, but a deeper chill, the sort that seeped into your ribs and left your thoughts sluggish. She blinked, her vision…
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The Echo Weaver
## The Echo Weaver The fluorescent hum of Dr. Anya Sharma’s office tasted like stale coffee and anxiety. Rain hammered against the panoramic window, blurring the Seattle skyline into a watercolor wash of gray. Across from her, Leo Maxwell fidgeted…
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…
Static Bloom
## Static Bloom The harvester, they called it the ‘Dust Moth,’ hung suspended against a bruised violet sky. Not beautiful. Functional. A dull silver sphere bristling with antennae, it drifted like a forgotten buoy in the upper atmosphere of Veridia…