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Elara Nightwood

The river had been singing for three hundred years before anyone thought to give the song a body. Not anyone, precisely. The willows did it—six of them leaning …

Dr. H. Ashford

From the personal diary of Mr. Edmund Crale, formerly employed as Head Groundskeeper at Blackwood Manor, Shropshire. The diary was discovered in the potting she…

Yuki Kazehara

The clocks had stopped, of course. That was how she found him. Ms. Ishikawa, whose floral arrangements graced the lobby of the Seishin Municipal Police Station …

Luc Devereaux

The key is cold in my palm. Too cold for Prague in May. I should know. I've been working the Charles Bridge for three weeks now, lifting wallets from tourists w…

Cass Ferren

Pearl button, ½ inch, slightly yellowed You hold it to the light and it does not become translucent. You were told once that real pearl lets light through. Or w…