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The Mechanic Who Repaired the Inner Workings of a Troubled Human Mind.
Elias Thorne wasn’t a mechanic in the traditional sense. He didn’t deal with gears or grease, pistons or pumps. His…
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A Factory That Mass-Produced Artificial Souls for the Spiritually Bankrupt.
The crimson sun bled across the horizon, casting long, skeletal shadows from the smokestacks of the OmniCorp Soulworks factory. It…
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The Editor Who Was Tasked with Redacting the Mistakes of God.
Elias Finch, a man whose life had been a monotonous procession of misplaced commas and dangling participles, found himself facing…
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The Sommelier Who Could Discern the Vintage of a Lie by Its Taste.
In the opulent city of Veritas, where truth was a currency more valuable than gold, lived Lucian, a sommelier of…
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The Inventor of a Camera That Could Photograph a Person’s True Intentions.
Elias Thorne wasn’t a malicious man, not inherently. He was, however, consumed by a singular, burning curiosity, a desire to…
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A Small Town Where Shadows Were More Tangible Than the People Who Cast Them.
The town of Whisperwind wasn’t marked on any map, not anymore. It nestled deep within a fold of the Whispering…
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The Astronomer Who Received a Signal from a Star That Died Millennia Ago.
Dr. Aris Thorne, a man whose life revolved around the celestial ballet of distant stars, sat hunched over his console,…
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A Politician Who Campaigned on a Platform of Repealing the Law of Gravity.
The year is 2042. The world, weary of potholes, crumbling infrastructure, and the general inconvenience of things falling down, found…
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A Child Who Could Hear the Sad, Slow Music of Glaciers Melting.
Elara lived in a village nestled between the fangs of a mountain range so ancient, the peaks themselves seemed to…
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A Graveyard Reserved Solely for the Burial of Failed and Lost Causes.
The wind whispered secrets through the skeletal branches of cypress trees, their roots gnarled and grasping at the uneven ground.…
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The Carpenter Who Built a Perfect, Unbreakable Cage Out of Spoken Promises.
Elias Thorne wasn’t a carpenter by trade, not really. He’d learned the basics from his grandfather, a quiet man who…
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A Chef Whose Signature Dish Was a Meal Made of Pure, Unfiltered Nostalgia.
Chef Elias Thorne wasn’t known for his culinary innovation or avant-garde techniques. He wasn’t interested in molecular gastronomy or deconstructed…
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The Last Sound Ever Made Before the Universe Went Completely Silent.
The Chronarium hummed, a low, resonant thrum that vibrated through Elara’s bones. For millennia, it had been the heartbeat of…
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The Glitch in Reality That Caused Thursday to Repeat Itself Indefinitely.
The world ended, not with a bang, but with a stale cup of coffee. It was a Thursday, naturally. Amelia…
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A Museum Dedicated to Displaying Extinct and Obsolete Emotions.
The Museum of Extinct and Obsolete Emotions stood on a windswept promontory overlooking a grey, churning sea. Its architecture was…
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The Mathematician Who Found an Elegant Proof for the Existence of Cruelty.
Professor Alistair Finch, a man whose life revolved around the elegant symmetries of mathematics, never imagined he’d dedicate years to…
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A World Where the Color of the Sky Depended on the Mood of the Populace.
The world woke to a gentle lavender sky. A collective sigh of contentment seemed to ripple through the air, the…
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An Old VCR That Played Tapes of Events That Had Not Happened Yet.
The dust motes danced in the single shaft of sunlight that pierced the gloom of Agnes’s attic. It illuminated the…
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A Secret Society Sworn to Protect the World from Overly Poetic Justice.
The rain hammered against the stained-glass window depicting a badger in a top hat judiciously weighing a feather and a…
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The Meteorologist Who Could Accurately Forecast Outbreaks of Mass Hysteria.
Dr. Alistair Finch wasn’t your average meteorologist. He didn’t just predict rain or sunshine. Alistair predicted the weather patterns of…




