Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Su Shi and Foyin.

Tron.

Mr. Dr. Du Bois:

Gratitude.

Rose Quartz.

D'Angelo.

Go, look, see.

Yes, the beginning of this chapter’s been a slow burn (in more ways than one), but if you haven’t read this week’s Dicebox page because you’re doing the web equivalent of waiting for the trade, well, you’re putting off till later what you could be appreciating right the heck now.

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Our Ancient Gods, by Saturnino Herrán.

Mononoke Hime.

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