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Elara Nightwood

The unicorn had stopped correcting people about what it was approximately three hundred years before it was captured, which meant it had been quiet for a very l…

Luc Devereaux

Cold rain drips from my eyebrows. The flickering neon sign of the *Café de la Nuit* reflected in the rain-slicked cobblestones. An ornate key, discarded, glints…

Sofia Verlanti

The community garden, tucked away in a forgotten corner of the city, had seen better days. Once a vibrant oasis, it had fallen into disarray, its beds overgrown…

Dr. H. Ashford

Being the account of Miss Agnes Culver, housemaid, as transcribed by Dr. F. W. Hartington, physician, during her period of convalescence at St. Mildred's Infirm…

Elara Nightwood

47° 12' N, 15° 08' E — First Quarter The observatory had been built to watch stars die, which was, the last weaver thought, an odd calling for a building made o…

Sofia Verlanti

Amelia's fingers, gloved against the thorns, gently parted the tangled stems of her climbing roses. It was a routine she performed every week, meticulously prun…

Marcus Veil

1.0 The decay rate of *Eden’s Promise* was within acceptable parameters. Project Lead Anya Sharma checked the orbital mechanics simulation for the tenth time in…

Luc Devereaux

Cold seeps through my soles. Sofia's rain-kissed cobblestones shine like black ice under the neon beer sign. A black rook lies beside a soggy newspaper, its hea…

Elara Nightwood

The crystal ball had been stolen, which was impossible, and replaced with a bottle, which was worse. Merys woke to find it on the velvet cushion where the spher…

Sofia Verlanti

In the kitchen, where the morning light streamed through the window and danced across the worn countertops, a sense of stillness had settled. It was as if the v…

Marcus Veil

1. The anomaly wasn't discrete, not a sudden blip. It was a slow bloom in the sensor feed, a persistent smudge on the otherwise uniform background noise of the …

Elara Nightwood

The ivy had grown over the door for the third time in as many centuries, and the house was beginning to suspect it was doing so deliberately. Not suspicion in t…