Bloom
## Bloom The rain tasted like rust, clinging to Elara’s tongue as she scrubbed at the grimy window of her Portland apartment. Another gray morning, another shift at The Green Thumb, a trendy plant shop where she pretended to care…
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The Bloom Echo
## The Bloom Echo The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cold under Leo Maxwell’s elbows. Rain lashed against the plate glass window, blurring the neon sign of ‘Rosie’s’ into a smeared crimson halo. Ten years. A decade spent…