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Playa smelled like old summers and new rot. The waves beat a hollow time against the broken seawall, coughing glass and driftwood out of...

The briefing was a map of bones. Serah's files gave me coordinates over a honeycomb of shipping lanes and ghostly transit lines. Pod-3's...

The archive they led me into was called the Gallery of Lost Things, and the name fit. It was a room the size of a small cathedral,...

Book cover for the science fiction short story Neon Ashes by Tabz Jones Prologue Neo-Noir City never slept. It pulsed. From the...

"Captain Sloan, let's cut to the chase, shall we. I've watched the video of your interrogation of your mother. To be honest, your...

She was right in one way. My need to see her and the rest of the coven destroyed is what led me to join the BHL in the first place. But...

Society after WWIII is worse than anyone could have predicted. The global fallout brought out the beast (literally) in every survivor.