Echo Bloom
## Echo Bloom The dust tasted like iron and regret. Lena spat, wiping her gloved hand across her cheek. The excavation site hummed – not with the usual clatter of shovels and pickaxes, but a low-frequency thrum emanating from the…
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The Fever Line
## The Fever Line The screen glowed an unsettling green. Rain lashed against the panoramic window of Elias Vance’s penthouse office, blurring the Manhattan skyline into a watercolor wash. He hadn’t noticed it. His focus remained locked on the spiraling…