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Spirit of the Dead
It always starts with a spell of fainting, followed, though not always, by a mini-seizure. Not a grand epileptic one—just enough to induce panic within the immediate circle, causing a commotion that ripples from that small space outward. A wave of concern out,...
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I met Iris about a year ago.
It had been a habit of mine to frequent a coffee shop a few blocks away from where I lived. I ordered the exact same kind of coffee and sat at the table near the counter; the...
The visitation
The first to visit her is the little boy with the butcher knife in his heart. There’s dried blood on the handle, and he looks like he’s going to topple over any minute from the weight of it. But he isn’t standing up....
The High Priestess
Diwa shuffles the deck of Tarot cards. They are a trifle too large for her hands and her fingers are spread uncomfortably, but she finds the card player’s method of shuffling the one that works best for her, even though she’s tried simply...
Here there be dragons
The body washed onto the shore, lying on the tholin beach like the remains of a large blue fish. The suit itself was wrapped in a blanket of haze as the frozen air surrounding it condensed immediately upon contact with the warm matter...
Blue-Black
Let me tell you a story.
No, no, stay a while. The other men, these so-called sailors, they write me off as a blind, crazy old man too quickly. They would listen to what I had to say if they had any sense! A...
