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The Last Beacon
The sky over New York was the color of a bruised plum, thick with the soot of a thousand burned...
The Ledger of Lost Souls
Governor Julian sat in the veranda of his colonial residence, the humid air of the Congo Basin...
The Observer's Log
October 14th. The Guest has been with us for three weeks now. He calls himself Arthur, and he...
The Patient from Below
The voice started on a Tuesday, in the basement of Dr. Edward Blackwood's clinic in the town of...
The Lantern Keeper
In 1924, sixteen-year-old Clara Davis sat on a narrow bed in a room that smelled of boiled...