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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The Taste of Ash
## The Taste of Ash The flour dusted Elara’s hands, a comforting weight. She kneaded the dough with practiced ease, the rhythmic push and pull familiar as her own heartbeat. Outside, rain lashed against the bakery’s windows—a relentless drumming that…