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Invisible String
There’s this theory that has been turning over in my mind lately; the way you might rotate a smooth stone between your fingers, trying to feel for its hidden fractures. …
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Midnight Sun
MINUTE 0 He’s still crying when the song ends. The sky glitters black and blue like a bruise, scorching a brand into Rex’s heart. The end, it spells out, drops…
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In The Mirror
The frigid air blanketed everything in sight; Leo slowly dragged his leather booths on the snow ladened pathway. With one hand, he adjusted his grey beanie so that his head…