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The Static Bloom

## The Static Bloom The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cool beneath Lux’s elbows. Rain lashed against the plate glass window, mirroring the static fizz in her head. Not a headache, exactly. More like fragmented radio signals –…

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The Sunstone Weaver

## The Sunstone Weaver The rain tasted like static. Kai spat, the grit clinging to his tongue. Three cycles since he’d walked on solid earth that *didn’t* shimmer with temporal bleed. Now, the canopy dripped fractured memories – a flash…

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