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The Bloomlands

## Echo Bloom The wind tasted of rust and regret. Elara knelt, fingers tracing the skeletal branches of a petrified oak. Its leaves hadn’t fallen. They *became* stone, smooth and grey against her palm. Ten days. That’s how long it…

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Bloom & Fracture

## Bloom & Fracture The hum vibrated through Elara’s bones, a constant thrum beneath the manufactured dusk. Sixteen leagues down, past the shimmering algae vats and hydroponic forests, lay Section Gamma-Nine. Her shift began. Not that it mattered much anymore.…

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The Bloom

## The Bloom The air tasted of iron and wet stone. Rain, not gentle drizzle but a solid sheet, hammered against the corrugated roof of Elias’s workshop. He ignored it, focused on the moss growing in intricate patterns across the…

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