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From where you crouch, the city is a swarm of lights. You hear the horn of the final ferry and know it carries the day’s last tourists....

Looking back, I should’ve been  an astronaut: brave, weightless  yet still attached to the ground,  the balance that would answer  all...

The god reaches down with sinewy arms like tender vines they curl around the bite-sized human He knits a garment out of honey and...