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The Echo Weaver

## The Echo Weaver The rain hammered the corrugated iron roof of Silas’ workshop, a relentless percussion against the silence he cultivated. He hadn’t spoken to another soul in seventy-two days, not since the incident at NovaTech. The air hung…

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Cyberpunk Retrieval

The rain in New Seattle tasted like static. It slicked the neon signs of Lower Meridian and drummed a persistent rhythm against the corrugated iron roofs. I gripped the damp edge of the Skywalk, my boots kicking up a spray…

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