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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Ghost Bloom
## Ghost Bloom The rain smelled like something forgotten, dredged from deep inside. Not the clean, metallic tang of a storm, but old paper and damp earth, layered with something sweeter, almost floral. Elara wrinkled her nose, pulling the worn…
The Sight of Janek
The fever rattled Janek’s bones. Not the heat, though that clung like wet wool, but the *seeing*. It began with soot. The way it swirled from the flues, settling not as darkness, but as… shapes. Patterns. Like the butcher’s tally…