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Hyacinth tapped a brief knock on the connecting door and opened it with a smirk. “The burns are gone, he’s in better physical health than I…
They were all outside of the closet. Erik was inside of the closet. And Mordecai had put his fragile body between the rest of them and…
The man in a fedora and neon yellow sunglasses scuttled furtively into the lobby, much like the insane woman in the puffy coat, only he wasn’t…
John hooked into a touristy-looking shop with racks of T-shirts and postcards inside, and a large front window. He didn’t care what it was, he saw…
“That was Maggie,” John said. David sighed. He didn’t like to contradict; all of that upsetting massacre business happened over two weeks ago, but it still…
It was faint grey dawn outside the window. Rain was glittering on the foggy glass. The word “can’t” was still faintly legible, backwards, and surmounted by…
John triggered the umbrella with his thumb and held it over David’s head, as per usual. “No matter what happens, we are not going to maim…
It was another freighter. There had been one or two passenger trains recently, a half-hearted attempt at subterfuge. It didn’t matter, because every last one of…
Fool, I want to remind you, Maggie wrote, by the dim glow of the desk lamp, all this is happening in ONE DAY. We usually get…
Dear Cryptic Son of a Bitch, wrote Maggie. She shook her head and erased it. Dear ASSHOLE. She sighed and erased that too. They were going…
Dear Erik, wrote Ann. How are you? We miss you very much, but… She looked up and over her shoulder, wincing. “Maggie, sweetheart, are you sure…
Ann paused, blinking, and put down what she had to assume was the Arts and Leisure section of the paper. It was impossible to read, of…
Erik was standing in the front room and clutching a violin, surrounded by haphazard decorations of coloured paper, glowing magic, and Barnaby’s paint splats on the…
Milo was balancing a tray with a plate, a mug of tea, a soda bottle with a flower in it and an actual soda bottle. They…
Milo had his eyes winced tightly shut. This was fine. This was really important for Calliope, and she was doing a lot of extra stuff right…
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