He told me he was a type of Latin called a Frank, and that he had sworn his life to the Knights Hospitaller, and within them, to the Order of St. Lazarus.

I noticed he did not eat or drink anything, and that when the wind died away, he had a faint, unpleasant smell of rotten sweetness.

“The Order of Saint Lazarus…” I began.

“Indeed,” he said. “It is composed of lepers.”

--Written by Alexander Saxton.

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It was morning when we got there, barely past dawn, and we had a little surprise waiting for us right there on the road into town. Now, they said that there had been killings happening. But the Agency had spared the details. Or maybe the mining company had—who knows? But this was a little more than just killing.

--Written by Anthony Botelho.

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“You mean a contest,” he said. A slow, crazed smile spread across Practical’s yellowed teeth. He glanced around the room, as if to reassure himself this was not a dream; it must have been the exact scenario he had fantasized about a thousand times. “Very well then, you have yourself a bet. And may the greatest Artist win.”

--Written by Alexander Saxton.

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The monster knew nothing. And then, to a chorus of gasps, it was born. Its flesh - once rigid, tall, and wooden - had been transformed into thickly-corded muscle and dense chitin. The body that had spent so many years upright now lay along the ground supported by two dozen different legs.

--Written by Jacob Duarte Spiel.

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"No, altogether, people didn’t care too much for young Madeleine Graves, and though I don’t believe I would have much enjoyed spending an evening at the Graves Family dinner table, in the presence of that watchful, grey-eyed child who liked so much to gum at her hair and pick at her scabs, I can’t say it was anything other than a tragedy.

And so, being denied the companionship of people, Madeleine wanted a cat."

--Written by Alexander Saxton.

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It began with a deep hum somewhere in the wall behind Samo, and then a tingle of static in the air. “Sail away, sail away, hah...” Doctor Martel said from behind the one-way glass, flicking a series of unseen switches to power up the machine. “Just like falling asleep.”

Only it wasn’t like falling asleep; just falling.

--Written by Alexander Saxton.

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“There is no escape from the Valley.” That’s what they say, isn’t it? I see how you could believe that. Whatever direction you look, there’s nothing out there but those distant mountains scraping the horizon. And nothing between here and there but scorched wasteland. That, and the Sentries.

--Written by Anthony Botelho.

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Of course, a denture carved fully from ivory is perfectly serviceable. Even one carved from the harder sorts of wood might suffice for a mere shopkeep. But for the elite, I am assured, there is no substitute for actual, human teeth.

--Written by Alexander Saxton. Performed by Liana Bdéwi and Anthony Botelho.

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How deep could that water be? Calf-deep? Knee-deep? Certainly not much more than that, with all those rocks and jags of rusted metal scraping the underside of the surface. And so it must have been a trick of the current, nothing more, that fooled my eyes into thinking they saw the shadow of something moving under the surface.

--Written by Alexander Saxton.

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