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Echo Bloom

## Echo Bloom The rain tasted like static. Not unpleasant, just… unusual. Elara licked the droplets clinging to her cheekbone, a faint hum vibrating against her skin. Everything did these days. It was the Bloom, they called it. A city-wide…

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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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