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An icy wind rushed across the campus of Barrow School, high atop the hill, whistling and singing as it attempted to escape the labyrinth of tall, ageing buildings.…
Kna’n is synonymous with pleasure. As night falls on Yairko, its largest metropolis, the Great Orgy begins. Girls dressed in sheer black skirts, with golden coin belts jangling…
Alice has forgotten most of the feelings of home. She can’t remember the heat of the sun on her skin, or the sound of cicadas, or the taste…
Ice cream tastes different when you’re dead.
Yesterday I waited at the bus stop for six whole minutes. Remembering what Mrs. O’Leary had said, I scratched an X on the back of my left hand…
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