Node Seven
## Node Seven The rain tasted metallic, a constant film on everything in Sector Gamma. Elara wiped her cheek with the back of her gloved hand, leaving a smear of grey against her skin. She’s been tasting it for fourteen…
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The Echo Weaver
## The Echo Weaver The hum vibrated through Elias’s teeth, a low thrum he felt more than heard. He sat in Unit L’, the padded chair molded to his form, staring at the grey wall. Grey always. It was the…