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The Weaver’s Dust

## The Weaver’s Dust The wind tasted of iron and regret. Elara pressed a hand to her throat, the gritty film clinging stubbornly. Another day bleeding through the village of Briarwood. Thirty-two days since the miasma first rolled in, a…

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The Echo Bloom

## The Echo Bloom The dust tasted like crushed stone and something sharper, metallic. Twelve-year-old Elara wiped a grime ribbon across her cheek with the back of a calloused hand, squinting at the pulsing sandstone wall before her. It throbbed…

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