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The Wistful IncenseChapter One The notice was pinned to the door of the ferry cabin, its paper brittle with damp. It read: Service Suspended Pending Inspection. Do Not Board. Cornelis Terpstra stood on the muddy bank, the cold January wind cutting through his coat, and watched the water churn against the wooden pilings. He was forty-two years old, and his left hand trembled so violently that the cup of tea he had...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Faded ShieldThe notice was typed on pale pink paper, the ink smudged where a thumb had rested. "DECREES NO. 44-B: PERSONNEL RECLASSIFICATION. EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY." Mathilde LaFleur read it twice, the cold air of the auction yard biting through her thin coat. She was thirty-two, and the weight of the medallion in her pocket felt like a stone dropped into deep water. Her brother, Jorel, was twenty-four,...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Faded BouquetChapter One Entry 42: Belladonna, dried, ground, 3 oz. Honey, raw, 1 lb. Distilled spirit, 2 pints. Cost: $4.50. Purpose: To arrest the wasting in Juhani Kinnunen. Status: In preparation. Kyllikki Kinnunen’s hands trembled only when she thought about the tremor, a technical failure of the nervous system that she refused to acknowledge while the mortar and pestle ground the black seeds into a...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Faded PhotographAct I Opal Yancey had been a habitat medic for eleven years on the generation ship Aethelgard, and in that time she had learned that the body keeps its own ledger of debts, a fact that felt particularly true on the morning she woke from a dream of burning parchment to find the cold room’s temperature gauge flickering in the low, endless cloud of the autumn sector. The air in the gene-bank...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Golden MirrorChapter One Chinedu Darko pressed the jagged edge of the glass into the palm of his left hand, the cut opening deep enough to let a single, hot drop of blood fall onto the dust of the ancestral floor. The Golden Mirror, once the pride of the Darko estate and now a ruin of fractured gold and obsidian, did not speak; it waited, silent as a held breath, until the blood touched the largest shard....0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Pale ExileLedger Entry: 14th Month, 2nd Year. Item: One service record, status: Void. Reason: Name not found in current registry. Yiannis Bakolas stood in the staff room of the closing school, his fingers tracing the grit on the linoleum floor, a substance that felt less like dust and more like ground bone. The room smelled of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of the sea fret that had been erasing...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Golden CellarDid you think the gold would save her? Muhammad Laham, the temple accountant for the bronze-casting clan, stood in the cellar where the air tasted of copper and old sweat. His hands, stained with the ink of tax ledgers, trembled as he held the stamped jar handle, the clay rough against his palm. Above, the ferry’s engines groaned at slack, a sound that vibrated in his teeth, marking the hour...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Distant JourneyThe letter from the magistrate’s office lay on the kitchen table, the paper yellowed by the weak November light. Elias Thorne read it twice, his fingers trembling not from cold but from the specific weight of the ink. It stated clearly that his wages for the last three months were withheld pending an internal review of his conduct. He looked at the bill for the coal, then at the envelope...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Distant WoundChapter One Wanthanee Wongwiset pressed the service revolver against the cold iron of the gate, the metal biting into his palm as he forced the rusted latch to yield. The light in the obsidian throne room was failing, the angle of the sun low and sharp against the birch-stump logs that lined the walls, casting long, jagged shadows that seemed to reach for him. He was forty-five, and the weight...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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