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Lights dappled the windows of the Flyer like electric rain as it glided through the city. With his thinking done, he got off at a random spot across…

January 2023

He pulled out a syringe. The usually panting dog was suddenly quiet. “...and it was there, right there,” she pointed, not looking at Oliver.
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The person that you saw in your Replay, Chimera, she was not there, period. It was a projection of your mind. The mind is very good at making things…
It was night and dark, but city dark - cast in the hazy light from street lamps and flickering signs of life from apartment windows. People strolled by…
“A Center in the Boston area reported a minor incident last night. It appears that a man, that man,” he pointed to the photo of Takeda, “had a little…
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December 2022

Roused by a gentle pulling away from infinity, he began to regain an impression of his existence.
Holly was halfway into her second beer in the back corner at an out-of-order Ms. Pacman tabletop game. Blue Monday by New Order filled the air with…
Her father bent down to pick up the pizza box from the sidewalk. “Chimera, apologize to the man, please. This is why I told you not to run.” Clearly…
Mountains aren’t born overnight, and rivers don’t appear when you blink. Great societies, traditions, and the environment change almost imperceptibly…
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The black timber let out an ear-piercing screech and turned to liquid, splashing to the ground and collecting into a sizzling puddle. Holly and Seamus…
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November 2022

“Wipe that fackin happy look off yah face, yah simple muthafucka!” Ralph said from behind the worn and weathered counter.
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