She wore the breezy, loose pants and shirt that were the official uniform of a Framer. Above her head floated one of her attendants,...
Josephine was Claire’s Framer. Her father’s second widow. This woman watched him die and had spent the past year and a half mourning his...
The old man lingered in the liminal place that presaged sleep, that space where reality had variable density and fluctuating tactile strength. Moments of...
