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The Weight of Broken Wheel
The smell hit Esperanza before she even stepped out of her truck—not the usual smell of hogs that hung over Broken Wheel like morning fog, but something else, something wrong. Sweet rot mixed with ammonia, strong enough to burn the back of her throat...
The Last Meditation
The morning mist hung over the rice terraces like gossamer silk, and Dr. Priya Mehta stood on the wooden deck of her villa, inhaling the scent of frangipani and damp earth...
The House That Listened Back
The thing about smart homes is they're only as smart as the idiots who set them up. Dmitri Volkov learned this at 2:47 AM on a Tuesday, when his neighbor's Alexa started talking through his laptop speakers...
The Night Shift
Marcus pushed his cart down the east wing corridor at 2:47 AM. The wheels needed oil. They squeaked against the waxed floor, a sound that had become familiar as breathing...
The Disappearing Acts of Esperanza Delgado
The first time Marcus Chen noticed Esperanza Delgado's fingertips were translucent, the Phoenix sun was just beginning to hemorrhage across the horizon, painting the desert in shades of copper and blood...