Kepler-186f

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The Echo Bloom

## The Echo Bloom The dust tasted like static. Eira spat, the grit clinging to the back of her throat even after she rinsed with recycled water. Kepler-186f wasn’t beautiful, not in the conventional sense. It *glowed*, sure. A sickly,…

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Hollow Bloom

## Hollow Bloom The dust tasted like static. Old metal, older regret. Jessa ran a gloved hand along the hull of the *Artemis*, the chipped paint flaking off like dead skin. The ship wasn’t derelict, not exactly. More… asleep. Decades…

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