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Arthur Windsor did not sleep so much as he surrendered—surrendered, that is, to whatever force or madness or chemical imbalance had taken up residence in the space behind his eyes and made it its permanent address.
At twenty-eight, he was a gentleman of a declining aristocratic family, which in Victorian...
The Dust of the Heartland
Act I: The Great Escape (20%)
June left the town of Oakhaven in the middle of a dust storm that...
Stellar Elegy
Stellar Elegy
The party was exactly the sort of spectacle that only money can produce....
The Thing in the Cat's Ear
The Thing in the Cat's EarThe fog on the Highland edge did not behave like fog anywhere else. It...
The Exile's Ledger
The rain in the Bronx didn't feel like water; it felt like liquid ash. Leo sat in a cramped...