The roads Henry walks are not meant for people, not at this hour, not in this season. Long, frozen arteries of asphalt wind through the night like veins of black ice, empty except for her lone figure moving through the void. Sometimes, she stops. Sometimes, she lays her body down on the frozen surface, as […]
Read MoreIn the withered heart of Nevada’s restricted desert, where barbed wire cleaves the horizon and the air hums with classified intent, a new shadow stalks unseen. Not a shadow in the ordinary sense — this one bends the very light around itself, wearing a cloak stitched from the nightmares of both physicists and poets.
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