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The Monster In Her Closet
Cold. All she felt was the cold. It was hard for her to imagine that just a year ago, she had always anticipated the season of frost. She loved to…
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The Fervour of Breath
John Doe From the veil, birthed, I was blind Lost - from night to night - unkind Ash or clay, that clad my heart I did not know, the end…
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Dream Man
I never understood how dreams worked. I had never dreamt, as dreaming is a neurological process requiring both sleep and a brain, neither of which I possessed. I doubt I…
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To See With Eyes Unclouded
Three days after the fall of the Sovereign Kingdom of Lithia and the murder of its teenaged heir, you arrive at a tavern. It’s not a remarkable place. It’s got…
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A Girl Named Hope
Hope is a girl you meet at the playground near your house. She has her long hair tied in pigtails, and a smile that glows like the sun at dawn.…