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 emerged ahead, more bunker than building. Its concrete bulk squatted under the floodlights, armored in steel…
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Chapter 4: On the Radio The afternoon light slanted through the towers of Blue Ash City, laying gold between steel and glass. Traffic and pedestrian chatter surrounded the open-air tables of Bingo Burgers, where the smell of grease, pepper, and…
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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…