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It wasn’t for a lack of trying. I pushed. I fought. I wrote letters. I showed up. I begged. I did what I could. Yet, my desire for a fine arts degree fell apart. I worked for the pharmacist during the days when I wasn’t working over dad’s farm to save up for the impossible.…
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Black fins flashed in deep water. A low voice echoed in the cave, a lecture to an audience of one. “There are moments in time when humans can slip the Antumnos Veil. When they see things they aren’t supposed to see. Those moments are when we find those that were lost to us. Babes that…
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“Finally.” Fane breathed. He buttoned a series of massive insulated plastic drapes that ran from ceiling to floor closed. “They were happy,” Ishan mused from the centre of the private space.
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A sliding unease rattled Fane from his dreams. He held his love close to him, tucked under warm blankets. Ishan was breathing softly. Fane listened for a tell-tale sign in the darkness. Silence. There had been no logical reason for his waking. He could not recall a nightmare. His heart rate was not up. There was…
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“Your armoury is crap, Corbin.” Fane regarded the minuscule stockpile in a make-do locker room near the medical ward. Corbin leaned against a doorframe, watching the redhead meticulously clean guns, which apparently weren’t enough to keep the man happy. “Not like I own the military.”
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Over the course of the ten minutes it took to clear his lungs of the liquid and his skin to come back to a normal temperature, Fane had time to sort through the memories he now could flip through easily. It was all at the edge of his fingertips. Nothing hid from him behind walls…
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Ishan stepped into a closet sized bedroom stuffed with a bunk bed, a dresser, and a crate of worn toys. The sun cast orange rays on the brown shag carpet. Greasy wood paneling held onto the nauseating scent of tobacco. Laughter alerted him to the door behind him. He eased the warm brass handle to…
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Fane collapsed onto the bed in his and Ishan’s room. They had returned to the warehouse when Bern had released him. He had thrown himself through a shower, brushed his teeth, and pulled one of the more creative mechanics off the shop floor to lop off his locks. He ran a hand through his short…
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Lights played across the fogged-up back windows of the car. It smelled of cheap spirits and cigarette smoke. He was curled up under a thin blanket. He had kicked off his shoes, and his toes were cold from the holes in his crusty socks. Melody had finally relented and let him use her as a…
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