Echo Bloom
## The Echo Bloom The lottery came at twenty-one. Everyone knew it. A chill settled over the cafeteria that day, even with the synthetic sun blazing down on the polymer tables. My name, Elara Vance, echoed through the hall—a tremor…
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Ritualistic Light Shaping
The rain tasted of wet earth and woodsmoke. It pressed down on the moss, a thick, emerald blanket clinging to the roots of the ancient Japanese maples. Each drop amplified the scent – a deep, resinous musk overlaid with something…