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And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos
I was in that state between waking and sleeping. From there you can wander towards either of the...
A Branch From The Lightning Tree
The stories say that if we take only the Road of the Village—the ordained track—we risk...
The Asra
Every day so lovely, shining,up and down, the Sultan’s daughterwalked at evening by the...
The Machine Stops
They were not fighting now. Only the whispers remained, and the little whimpering groans. They...
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