The Uncompressed Presence

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Act I

Kaito's apartment existed in three shades: white, grey, and the off-white of a hospital ceiling that had forgotten how to be cheerful. Everything was

The fog clung to the Scottish Highlands like a shroud, thick and cold and smelling of peat smoke...

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The rain in New York doesn't wash anything clean. It just makes the grime slicker, turns the...

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The Rusting Sky

The crack in the sky appeared on a Tuesday in July, when the heat in Blackwater was so thick you...

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The Gilded Cage

The champagne was cold and the music was loud and Silas West was standing at a window on the...

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The rain in Washington D.C. doesn't fall. It hangs in the air like a curtain, thin and cold and...

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