Node Seven
## Node Seven The rain tasted metallic, a constant film on everything in Sector Gamma. Elara wiped her cheek with the back of her gloved hand, leaving a smear of grey against her skin. She’s been tasting it for fourteen…
equilibrium
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The Echo Bloom
## The Echo Bloom The salt spray stung Elara’s face, tasting of old metal and something akin to regret. She gripped the railing of the transport skiff, watching Isla Ascendencia rise from the churning grey expanse. It wasn’s an island…