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The Pale MistThe fog had been counting the hours for Elias Thorne, each second a heavy, wet grain of sand slipping through the fingers of the night. He stood at the edge of the valley, the cold biting through his wool tunic, clutching the silver compass in his left hand as if it were a live thing, a bird with its wings pinned shut. His father’s instrument, the metal tarnished by thirty years of sweat and...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Wistful CrossroadsChapter One Thuỳ Nam’s fingers hovered over the biometric scanner, trembling with a rigor that had nothing to do with the cold snap that had burst the pipes in the counting house three days prior. She needed to hold the jade hairpin steady, to press her thumb against the glass sensor with a force that the machine would recognize as hers, but the early onset of the degenerative nerve disease had...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Distant SummerChapter One My name is Anuar binte Yusof, and for the last three weeks I have been sleeping in the municipal archives, curled up on a cot made of stacked file boxes in the basement where the damp gets into the marrow of your bones. I am twenty-four years old, a junior clerk, and I am trying to save my father’s pension by finding a signature that does not exist. The air in the basement is heavy...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Wistful SagaThe leather journal lay open on the snowy ground, its pages blank save for a single, dark smear of ink that looked like a bruise. Elias Thorne knelt in the drift, his knees aching with the damp cold, and watched the mark spread. It was not spreading, he told himself. It was settling. He was thirty years old, a sergeant in the border patrol, and this was his last week before the pension office...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Golden HarborAct I "To the Warden of the Coast, regarding the rot in the chapel of St. Jude. The stone weeps. The Bishop orders the building stand. Do not demolish. — M. Vaziri, Bishop" The ink on the parchment was still wet, a black smear that glistened under the guttering tallow. Gheorghe Javakhishvili, thirty-four years old and already feeling the weight of a lifetime’s debt in his shoulders, read the...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Distant CartographJiro Mori’s hands were black with charcoal, the dust of it working into the creases of his knuckles as he scrubbed the damp stone of the infirmary wall, a task halfway done when the Abbot’s shadow fell across his work. The man did not speak at first, only watched the boy’s frantic movements with a stillness that felt heavier than the stone itself, and Jiro knew, with the cold certainty of a man...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Wistful VoyageCould a man lose his shadow and keep his rank? Kaito Ishikawa stood at the center of the banquet hall, the silverware on the table gleaming under the gaslight. The reflection in the polished silver tray lagged three seconds behind his hand. He waited for the promotion to Colonel. It would clear the debt. The debt was due. General Harada raised his glass. The room was warm, the air heavy with...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Golden EchoesNOTICE: Transfer of Senior Officer Leif Ekstrom to Administrative Wing, effective upon review. The light in the station never fully set, a pale, persistent grey that made the shadows look like bruises on the skin of the walls. I sat in my quarters, the silence heavy with the hum of the ventilation shafts, and held the cracked porcelain cup my father had left me. It was a souvenir from a trip we...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Pale TaleChapter One "Item 4: One (1) copy of The Hymns of the Drowned, annotated. Condition: Fair. Ink: Iron-gall. Note: Stains on p. 12, p. 45, p. 90. Suspected biological origin." Lester Quimby read the ledger entry aloud, his voice flat and dry as the dust that coated the back of the coffee house where the politics were argued but the work was done. He sat in the corner booth, the wood of the chair...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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