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A Small Village That Existed Entirely Within a Pause in a Conversation.
The conversation, a mundane affair concerning the price of turnips, hung suspended between Mrs. Higgins and old Mr. Fitzwilliam. It…
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The Mortician Who Arranged Funerals for Ideas That Had Died Out.
Bartholomew Buttons was not your average mortician. He didn’t deal in the hushed reverence of human passing, the embalming fluids…
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The Last Echo in a World That Had Completely Lost Its Voice.
The dust swirled, a rust-colored phantom against the skeletal remains of a city. No birds sang, no wind whispered through…
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The Inventor of a Machine That Could Distill Ambition into a Drinkable Liquid.
Dr. Elias Thorne, a man whose ambition outweighed his common sense, stood before his creation. It hummed, a low thrumming…
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A River Whose Current Flowed in the Direction of the Greatest Need.
The River of Whispers, they called it. Not for any audible murmurings—it flowed as silently as a sigh—but for the…
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A Detective Who Had to Solve His Own Murder from Beyond the Grave.
Detective Miles Corbin prided himself on his logic. He saw the world in a series of cause and effect, a…
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The Toymaker Who Built a Clockwork Boy with a Borrowed, Broken Heart.
Elias Thorne, the toymaker, lived in a perpetually shadowed workshop tucked away in the winding alleys of Hollow Creek. His…
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A World Where Every Person Had a Unique, Personal Soundtrack Following Them.
The world hummed, not with electricity or machinery, but with music. Every individual, from the moment of their birth, possessed…
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A Lighthouse That Didn’t Emit Light, but Instead Absorbed All Nearby Darkness.
The whispers started subtly, like the rustling of dry leaves in a phantom wind. They spoke of Endura, a lonely…
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The Bureaucrat Who Stamped and Filed the Official Death Certificates of Stars.
Elias Finch, a man whose life was as beige as the official forms he handled, worked in the Celestial Archives,…

