The Echo Chamber
## The Echo Chamber The rain tasted like ash. Elara swiped a hand across her cheek, the grit clinging to her skin. Fifteen. She’s fifteen and already a vessel, an oracle drowning in the future. The Assignment Ceremony felt like…
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The Cartographer’s Bloom
## The Cartographer’s Bloom Rain lashed against the corrugated metal roof of Elias Thorne’s workshop, a relentless drumming that echoed the frantic beat in his chest. The scent of ozone and damp earth clung to everything, a familiar comfort layered…