Category: Fiction
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Chapter 5: Dirty Tricks Apricot pressed on, her breath cutting short as she broke into a jog. The outline of the Okabe Central Bank loomed from the haze, more bunker than building. Its concrete bulk squatted under the floodlights, armored…
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Chapter 4: On the Radio The afternoon light slanted through the towers of Blue Ash City, cutting gold between steel and glass. The hum of traffic and pedestrian chatter wrapped around the open-air tables of Bingo Burgers, where the smell…
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The Chronicles of the Divinity The Origins of Creation Before all things, there was only the Tempest—an unending instant of raw essence, the potential of all that could ever be. Power existed in its purest form: unshaped, lightless, locked in…