Signal and Soil
The ferry dock at Broadhaven still had its old-world bones sticking up out of the water, and every time I came down here with a cart of…
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The ferry dock at Broadhaven still had its old-world bones sticking up out of the water, and every time I came down here with a cart of…
The argument started the way most of their arguments started, over a schedule nobody had agreed to.
The sun has been sitting at the same angle for three hours now.
The ghost ferry on the I-5 overpass passed me going the other way, and it didn't even honk.
I came to Fennic's Rest on a Tuesday in late spring, twenty-eight years old and freshly divorced, with a trunk full of enchanted junk and…
The wind currents above the Cinderline were lying that morning.
Corey Webb was forty-two years old and had spent twenty years drifting from one market town to the next, spinning records for crowds that…
The dust-sled didn't like the heat, and honestly, neither did I.
The road through the Marrow Valley was the same as every other road.
The turbines were the first thing you noticed about New Meridian, even before you got inside the mountain proper, because the whole…
The cargo lifter had been complaining for the better part of an hour before it actually quit on them.
The coffee pot on burner three has been there so long it's basically a fossil.
The thing you need to know about me is I don't lose.
Gayle Paulson is forty-three years old, and she has been married long enough to know the difference between a man talking and a man…
Val Crandall arrived at the Eclipse Pavilion at six forty on a Friday evening, which was fifteen minutes earlier than she needed to be…
I was thirty-two years old, a senior sales representative for Empathy Corp, and I had never actually used the product I sold.
The salt out here never stops.
My name is Andi Reyes, I'm twenty-nine years old, and until three days ago my life was so boring it actually hummed.
I've been a memory archivist on Cerule Station for six years now.
I had both arms up to the shoulder inside a heifer when the clinic door banged open.
Sundown Wanderer, Glass Ritual, Shift of Ivory, Iron Contour