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Margaret stood before the mirror, pulling at the skin beneath her eyes. The fox-like cunning she'd possessed in her twenties had softened into something she couldn't name yet. Her ...
Maya pressed her palm against the cold glass of the forty-second floor, watching the city blur below. Three years at Meridian Dynamics had turned her into something else—not quite ...
Maya stood at the kitchen counter, knife poised over a ripe papaya. The fruit's flesh was the color of sunset, impossibly vibrant against the gray winter light filtering through th...
The funeral had ended three hours ago, but David still sat in his rental car across from the old minor league stadium. He hadn't spoken to his brother Marcus in seven years—not sin...
Elena's hair was coming out in clumps. She'd run her fingers through it in the morning—this thick, dark cascade that David had once buried his face in, whispering that it smelled l...
The goldfish stared at her through the glass, its orange scales catching the fluorescent overhead light. Sarah pressed her forehead against the cool tank, watching it swim in endle...
The sphinx had been watching Elena for three weeks now—not the stone lioness at the museum, but the calico cat she'd secretly named for that inscrutable, ancient stare. The cat liv...
The baseball game droned on—a meaningless Tuesday matchup between teams already eliminated from playoff contention. Maria watched without seeing, her hands wrapped around a cold mu...
The corporate pyramid had been Marcus's religion for twenty years. Each promotion a new sacrament, each office with a better view a blessing from the gods of commerce. Now, staring...
She'd been running on caffeine and resignation for three years when the zombie apocalypsen't come—but the corporate kind had already eaten her alive. Every morning at 7:42 AM, Maya...
Eddie had been coming to Section 214, Row K, Seat 12 for seventeen years. Not seat 11—seat 11 was where Sarah sat, wearing that bright orange windbreaker she'd bought at a thrift s...
Marcus stood before the hotel bathroom mirror at 3 AM, dripping sweat from another nightmare he couldn't remember. Forty-two years old and he already felt like a zombie—moving thro...