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The Faded RoadIt started, as these things often do, in a dream where the walls were made of wet plaster and the floor was a pool of stagnant, oily water that reflected a ceiling which did not exist. In that dream, Gerald stood in the center of the grand atrium of the Meridian Group headquarters, a place of polished marble and hushed, predatory silence, and he held in his hands a small, square piece of white...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Golden HarborThe rain had not stopped for three days. It tapped against the leaded glass of the conservatory with a persistent, rhythmic insistence that sounded like a clock counting down to nothing. I stood by the window, my hands clasped tightly behind my back, watching the grey wash of the moor blur into the sky. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The dust motes danced in the slivers of light that pierced...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Golden MazeThe road to the Citadel of Aethelgard was not paved with stone, but with the crushed bones of old oaks, a path that crunched under my boots with a sound like dry leaves skittering across a grave. I walked with my companion, Elias, whose silence was heavier than the iron armor he wore. We were travelers, or so the world called us, but I was something else entirely. I was a creature of the...0 Comments 0 Shares 7 Views 0 Reviews
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The Wistful DinnerThe ink was wet. It bled into the parchment like a bruise spreading under skin. Elias sat in the drafty corridor of the Abbey of St. Jude, his knees drawn up to his chest, watching the letters dissolve. They were not words. They were marks. Scars on the page. He had been told they were prayers, but Elias knew better. They were cages. The air in the cloister smelled of damp stone and candle wax,...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Pale DoorThe rain fell on the tin roof of the station house like a thousand tiny hammers striking a sheet of steel. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his back against the cold brick, watching the water streak down the glass. He held a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid trembling slightly in his hand. The tremor was new. It had started after the last shift, a fine vibration in the muscles of his...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Wistful CipherThe feast was held in the basement of the community center, a sprawling concrete cavern that smelled of damp earth and cheap wine. You sat at the long table, your hands folded in your lap, watching the other employees laugh and pass around platters of roasted chicken. The room was warm, thick with the heat of bodies and the low hum of conversation, a suffocating blanket that pressed against...0 Comments 0 Shares 6 Views 0 Reviews
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The Pale TaleThe frost had not yet left the panes. It clung there, a lace of white decay. I watched it. I always watched it. My name is not important, but I was the hand that held the glass. I was the investigator of the house. I knew its veins. I knew the rot beneath the floorboards. The estate of Aldous Thorne was a beast that breathed in silence. It stood on the cliff, watching the sea die. Thorne was a...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
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The Golden CompassYou wake with the taste of ash on your tongue. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of rotting straw and old blood. You are in the cellar. It is dark. The only light comes from the crack in the door, a sliver of gray morning that cuts across the stone floor. You know this place. You have known it for three days, though it feels like a lifetime. You are not alone. Thomas sits in the corner....0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
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The Faded RuinThe tea is cold. You know it is cold. You have held the cup for twenty minutes, the ceramic burning your palms, yet the liquid inside has lost its heat. It sits still. It does not shimmer. It looks like dirty water. You look at it. You do not drink. Outside the window, the rain hits the glass. Soft taps. A rhythm you cannot count. You are in the Hall. The room is large. The ceiling is high. The...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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