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Midwinter Inventory
While explaining myself to the grumpy clerk behind the glass, I realized I had no idea where I legally lived.

Winter Robots

Cusp of Things

We Need New Gods

Tomorrow's Gods

A Low Rumble

The Hum of Machinery You Can See

Word Count

17 Minutes Remaining
I borrowed the internet of a fast-fashion shop that closed at noon because too many of its workers had the plague.

Dream Language
I woke up wondering if I would live my life any differently if I measured my age in days or hours instead of years.
