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The Quantum Seal
Elias Winter existed in the space between two professions. By day, he was a quantum information...
The House at the End of Cypress Lane
ACT I: THE LETTER THAT BROUGHT HIM BACK
The letter arrived on a Thursday in June, written on...
The Celestial Ledger
The gas lamps along Mayfair Street burned with a sickly yellow glow, their light swallowed whole...
Arthur Windsor did not sleep so much as he surrendered—surrendered, that is, to whatever force or madness or chemical imbalance had taken up residence in the space behind his eyes and made it its permanent address.
At twenty-eight, he was a gentleman of a declining aristocratic family, which in Victorian...
The Hundred-Year Fire
I
The flare hit on a Tuesday in March. Nobody saw it coming because solar flares were supposed to...