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Aristides Palomino Ridder A few days ago ‘We must burnish the old ways.’ The man scratched his head and then added, ‘Or we havenʼt a chance in the new world.’ Aristides shrugged. ‘I understand.’ ‘Do you—do you have any family here?’ ‘No, sir.’ ‘That is good. I donʼt think itʼll go well.’...

MORE LEAVES THE STRIPED AWNING outside the windows sheds a moulting darkness in the room as the sun begins to dip down further, turning the sky a dim purple that seemingly borders on blue but never seems to arrive there. It looks like an interminable waterway with no beginning or end. It's the...

LEAVES OF LOTTERY THE RED, DARK, EXPOSED marrow—of the boundaries, walls, countries and the cities of those countries. . . in a junction beyond the mortal and ebbing strips in the infinite, strange mobius past the sleep of reason—of Lonio's port is dressed from the top in a bespoke attire...

OLD BEASTSMAIN

“Hey, Paul, how are you doing? It feels great to hear your voice again,” said the boy's friend—if you could even call him a boy—on the phone. “I'm hearing that you are—I mean, er, what's up with the new town?” “I hope I'm not betraying the acid with my voice.” Paul sighed. “The most you'll get...

“I need help, Jo.” Her name was Joan but he liked to call her ‘Jo,’ and was likely the only person who ever did—excluding her parents and close relatives maybe. He'd never seen them, like some people don't see the wires above them, and probably never would. As far as familial sponsorships went...

A Year Earlier “The perforations in the waiting world say otherwise—they say I'm not like them, and it's their passing fancy, their winding susurrations, by the whims of whatever dwell within me too, that they corrode the machinations of this world. I, born in this wayward age, of the familia...