Time was so hard to control without a reliable cycle of day and night. Sixteen hours had passed since Dalia’s breakfast and no other meal had followed. Time had once crawled for her, unwilling to skip a beat on her behalf, but these days it flowed like quicksilver, slippery and impossible to grasp. She was […]
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I know, but you wanted me to anyways
Gallagher stood at parade rest while the governor brooded into her display screen. The harsh blue light turned her face into a nearly transparent eggshell and washed her hair into strands of chalky straw. Her eyes though seemed to drink in the extra azure light and reflect a brighter sheen of sapphire, but they were […]
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