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Cursing Franz, I stumbled along as fast as circumstances allowed, searching. For what? A pool was traditional, and better than the smoky uncertainty of bronze. A modern mirror of silvered glass was too much to hope for, at my current height. What I found was a chromed hub-cab, and despite its grime and distortions I […]
Marked
She was the only one who noticed me, and she was gone before I could think of calling out to her. Her face haunted me, but I was too fearful to seek her out. Despite Ivan’s assurance that my brand was visible only to our own kind it was days before I could face the […]
Alex Brightsmith 