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The Static Between Stars

## The Static Between Stars The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cold under Leo Klein’s elbows. July 19th, 1985. Cologne tasted like weak coffee and regret. Rain hammered against the plate glass window, blurring Alfredstrasse into streaks of…

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The Sunstone Weaver

## The Sunstone Weaver The rain tasted like static. Kai spat, the grit clinging to his tongue. Three cycles since he’d walked on solid earth that *didn’t* shimmer with temporal bleed. Now, the canopy dripped fractured memories – a flash…

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