The Bloom
## The Bloom The air tasted of iron and wet stone. Rain, not gentle drizzle but a solid sheet, hammered against the corrugated roof of Elias’s workshop. He ignored it, focused on the moss growing in intricate patterns across the…
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The Still Point
## The Still Point Rain lashed against the corrugated iron roof of Elara’s workshop, a relentless drumming that would have rattled most people. She barely registered it. Her focus remained laser-locked on the shimmering web of green light pulsing within…