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Some soothsayer told you it was me. Had to be. You’d know by the constellation of moles on my neck or the shape of my friendliness. He...

The setting sun shines without tiring, as if held in place by a giant hand. Cast at a low angle, pastel light gleams on the wet street,...

A bird leaps off a lamppost and falls into the sky as the voices in my cardboard living room turn into a neighbourhood seeking...