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The Chroma Inheritance

## The Chroma Inheritance The scent of aged paper and leather always clung to Eleanor Vance. It permeated her clothes, settled in the deep valleys of her face, and seemed woven into the very air surrounding her. As chief librarian…

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The Static Bloom

## The Static Bloom The dust tasted like regret and old circuits. Wren coughed, pulling the rebreather tighter against her face. Above, the skeletal remains of Chicago clawed at a bruised sky, less city now than a geological oddity. Not…

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