Echo Bloom
## Echo Bloom The desert wind tasted like rust and regret. Rain hadn’t kissed Redemption Ridge in eight months, not that anyone expected it to. Dust devils pirouetted across the cracked earth as Wren knelt, tracing a faded glyph carved…
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Echoes of Blackwood
The rain hammered the redwood cliffs, a relentless percussion against the grey sea. Steam curled from the copper tubs overflowing with fragrant herbs and bruised berries at Blackwood Springs. Inside, Silas traced circles on the condensation-slicked glass with a calloused…