Misty’s shoulders slumped, and she said, “Everyone points to Christmas as the most wonderful day of the year. But you know what I think,...
She wore the breezy, loose pants and shirt that were the official uniform of a Framer. Above her head floated one of her attendants,...
The old man lingered in the liminal place that presaged sleep, that space where reality had variable density and fluctuating tactile strength. Moments of...
