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    White leaves on fake trees feel the same plastic brightness that flows in my hands and feet.

    Ryukyu
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    The Big City is a rough place.

    The Ritzville Dogfight
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    I can see the child in every old man and woman’s face.

    The Worth of Your Precious Time
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    Dimitri rubbed his eyes violently as he sat up and started thinking about other things, random images of the sky and the streets and happy people. Just to clear his head, bring him back to now.

    Violent
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    Twins were an uncommon occurrence in the country of Ainland, despite the prolificacy of children in most families.

    A House of Brigands (Prologue)
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    Emerson kept the lights on as long as he could stand it, but they put pressure on him.

    At the Door
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    I watched as the glass of the windows charred black, cracked, and shattered out. I watched the sharp, jittery, orange fingers slip out of the panes and upwards towards the sky.

    Project Em Prologue