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“Requies?” I called as I walked into the main office. Browns and creams overwhelmed my vision. The heavy smell of lemon oil and dust was a strange nostalgia that nagged at the back of my head. Papers were neatly ordered in piles on every flat surface available. A thud and something hitting the floor in…
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“Think he would fit in?” I tugged off a stack of gold rings upon entering one of my office chambers. “One way to find out.” Ptolemy grabbed the wab by the collar, pushing him against the wall.
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We left the building late into the afternoon. Maria Mater sighed heavily with disgust. “I hate dealing with the heads,” she grumbled as she led Cortex and me to a shaded spot in the courtyard garden.
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The air lay hot and sticky at the tip of my tongue. High summer in the capital had finally made itself known. Nile bay was steaming under the dome panels. Our vents and fans had been malfunctioning for some time now, ever since my late father, the last Pharoah, had commanded troops in his youth.…
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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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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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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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“Labrat! Grab you’re sticky dots and your laptop.” Fane leaned into Sophia’s office. Sophia, as usual, was buried up to her shoulders in charts and reports. Fane figured she was the reason for deforestation. Corbin popped his head out from beneath a different desk in the room. Fane raised a confused eyebrow at him.
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It was still dark out when Fane roused from a dead sleep. He stretched and blinked. He had woken up two minutes before his morning alarm. He had slept. He had really and truly slept solidly for once since before Melody had died. No nightmares, no creatures, no interruptions. He glanced at the slowly lightening…
Chapel Orahamm 