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The Night Shift Gospel
The fluorescent lights in the east corridor flickered again, three long pulses, three short, three long...
The Weight of Returns
The fulfillment center squatted against the Phoenix sky like a beast of commerce, its metal sides sweating in the pre-dawn heat...
The Last Delivery
The painting caught Rajesh Mehta's attention not because it was beautiful—though it was—but because he had seen it before...
The Loop
The broken doll was wedged between the back seat cushions like a bad omen, its porcelain head split clean down the middle, one glass eye staring up at Adaeze while the other had rolled somewhere into the darkness of her Toyota Camry's floor...
Unit 47
The storage facility sat between a tire shop and a check-cashing place on International Boulevard. Maria got there first. She sat in her Accord with the engine running, air conditioning on, watching the entrance. Twenty minutes early...
The Scent of Rain and Samosas
The rain came down like typewriter keys on Mumbai's tin roofs, each drop a letter in a story no one was reading...