Echo Bloom
## The Echo Bloom The lottery came at twenty-one. Everyone knew it. A chill settled over the cafeteria that day, even with the synthetic sun blazing down on the polymer tables. My name, Elara Vance, echoed through the hall—a tremor…
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The Sunken Chorus
## The Sunken Chorus The chipped ceramic warmed Maya’s palm. Not with heat, exactly. More like a thrumming silence. She traced the spiral grooves etched into its surface – not by hand, she suspected, but *grown*. It felt…familiar. Like a…