Category: Fiction
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Chapter 2: Anything But Ordinary From the outside, Apricot Signa’s life had returned to normal. She went to class. She went to the gym. She came home and wrote essays at the kitchen table while Jasper played games in the…
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Chapter 1: The Diplomat The redwood-paneled study held two kinds of light: the warm amber of a desk lamp and the cold blue of winter twilight coming through a broad window. Where they met, neither won. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined the…
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Chapter 25: The Curtains Close The Orpheum Theater rose from the old quarter like a monument to a century that had forgotten how to die. Gilt and marble, columns carved with figures from Uchellan myth, a copper dome gone green…
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Chapter 23: What Must Be Done Morning worked its way over the city’s smog-choked skyline, pulling back the last scraps of night. Apricot Signa sprinted through it, backpack thudding with each step, breath going short in the cool, exhaust-tainted air.…
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Chapter 21: The Blue Ash Crisis “Woman Claims Responsibility for the Blue Ash Crisis.” The headline glowed on Apricot’s tablet, its cold light sharpening the crease between her brows. She skimmed the article, breath catching at the name Chino Tokuma,…
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Chapter 20: What Stalks Eastway Park An hour later, Apricot stood before the padlocked gates of Eastway Park. Earlier that night, she had pored over an issue of Eerie Truths, fixating on a single article: “Paranormal Experiences of Eastway Park.”…
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Chapter 19: Crowns And Pitchforks The crowned pitchfork was sprayed across the sidewalk in flat black paint, crude and unmistakable. Apricot stood over it, heart going fast. The pitchfork’s handle pointed up the block toward a sagging auto shop. Grease…
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Chapter 18: Spilling Tea Outside, the midday sun finally broke through the clouds, but Apricot felt none of its warmth. She stormed down the sidewalk, humiliation burning under her skin. I tried to do it the right way, and I…
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Chapter 16: The Dog From The Window The borrowed peace lasted until Jasper went upstairs. Apricot stayed on the couch a few minutes longer while the house quieted around her. Their mother was somewhere over the ocean by now. Their…
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Chapter 15: Stupid Joy Low chanting filled the spire. Far above the city’s neon sprawl, behind glass and steel that no commoner would ever see, the nobility of Okabe sat in their high-backed chairs. Suits pressed. Masks lacquered. They watched…
