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The Static Bloom

## The Static Bloom The dust tasted like old pennies and regret. Captain Eva Rostova spat, the grit clinging to her tongue even after a wash of recycled water. Outside the viewport, Xylos IV hung like a bruised plum—purple canyons…

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The Lunar Bloom

## The Lunar Bloom The biting wind clawed at Albrecht’s threadbare coat, a stark echo of the fever that gnawed at Prague. He walked with a stoop forged from years hunched over simmering pots and cryptic texts, the cobblestones slick…

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