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The Static Bloom

## The Static Bloom The dust tasted like regret and old circuits. Wren coughed, pulling the rebreather tighter against her face. Above, the skeletal remains of Chicago clawed at a bruised sky, less city now than a geological oddity. Not…

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The Echo Bloom

## The Echo Bloom Rain lashed against the ferroconcrete of Sector 7, each drop a tiny hammer blow. Elara huddled deeper into her threadbare coat, the damp chill seeping through despite layers of worn synthetics. She watched a Nomari courier…

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