The Bloom & the Blade
## The Bloom & the Blade The scent of dried chrysanthemum and aged paper clung to Mei’s fingers. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of sunlight slicing through the high window of the Imperial Library’s Annex. She traced a…
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Dust & Chrome
## Dust & Chrome The Lockheed Electra shuddered, a metal bird fighting the Gulf Coast chop. Amelia traced the coastline with a gloved finger on the sectional chart, her gaze distant. Not toward Florida, not today. South. Far south. The…