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Yen

In those days, between the megacanes, some of us would be sent out into the searing heat to inspect the panels and batten down whatever had broken loose. Something was always broken. Continue reading Yen

Inconsequence

“Sit.” Father Rehman gestured to an overstuffed chair in front of his desk.

Kenes sat. “You wanted to see me?” His eyes darted over the ostentatious surroundings, including the glass ceiling and the lights of New Houston overhead. Continue reading Inconsequence