The Thorne Bloom
## The Algorithmic Bloom The rain tasted like iron. Not a metallic tang, exactly, but a memory of it – the damp chill clinging to unearthed shovels in my grandfather’s garden. I licked my lips, ignoring the grimace that tightened…
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The Fracture Line
## The Fracture Line Rain hammered the windows of “Nourish & Thrive,” blurring the city lights into smeared watercolors. Elara Vance, perched on a stool amidst stacks of cookbooks and sprouting microgreens, barely registered it. Her fingers flew across her…