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The Weaver’s Dust

## The Weaver’s Dust The wind tasted of iron and regret. Elara pressed a hand to her throat, the gritty film clinging stubbornly. Another day bleeding through the village of Briarwood. Thirty-two days since the miasma first rolled in, a…

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The Echo Bloom

## The Echo Bloom The rain smelled of wet stone and something ancient, a scent Elara hadn’t encountered outside the archives. Here, tucked deep within the Cascade Conservation Zone, even the rain felt… different. A hum vibrated through her boots,…

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