The Final Platform at River's EndYou could tell the ones who still remembered their street addresses by the way they watched the tracks. Most souls forgot their names by the second century, dissolving into the grey mud of the nether-reaches, but these two clung to their top hats and... See More »
Curators of Bitter RemediesThe child did not flinch when the leather shifted, letting out a dry, papery creak like old parchment folding in the dark. Rows of glass jars... thousands of them, filled with things that drifted and blinked in amber oils, stretched up into the... See More »
The Entropy PI BureauArthur checked his pocket watch, though he hadn’t had eyes to read the dial since the third Tuesday of November and wouldn't have a tongue left to name the month by winter's end. The fedora hovered precisely three inches above his collar, held... See More »
The Bishop of Sourdough and BoneThey played a strange game of chess across the altar-stump, though neither of them moved the pieces. The little girl watched the creature's ear twitch, a ragged, pink-veined thing torn at the tip from some forgotten fence line. "Do you know the... See More »
The Weight of What's Been SeenTo walk the biomechanical corridor was to realize that nothing in the city was ever truly unobserved. The walls breathed in rhythm with the giant sentinel blocking the thoroughfare, its single, blood-orange eye dilating to catch the dim, filtered... See More »
