Echo Bloom
## Echo Bloom The wind bit at Elias’s cheeks, tasting of rust and damp coal dust. He pulled his parka tighter, the threadbare fabric offering meager defense against the November chill blanketing West Virginia. Above him, the dome of the…
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Echo Bloom
## Echo Bloom The chipped Formica countertop felt cold beneath Leo Maxwell’s elbows. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the kitchen light, preferring the pre-dawn grey filtering through the blinds. Outside, Denver breathed quiet, a city holding its breath. He…