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October 14th, 1842 Dearest Clara, If this letter ever reaches you, know that I write it from the...

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Governor Julian sat in the veranda of his colonial residence, the humid air of the Congo Basin...

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The Silent Sea

The coal dust did not care about names. It settled on everything—on Thomas Murphy's eyelashes, in...

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The Blackwood Manor did not simply sit upon the hill; it loomed, a rotting tooth of grey stone...

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The Echo of a Lie

The wind at the Pole was not air; it was a blade. It sliced through the reinforced walls of...

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