The gymnast contorted backwards in artful retroflection, her ribbon efficient in its sparely motion, the structured rules of physics seemingly vandalized in impossibility.
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Janine let her hair flop forward on the left, decided against it, and threw her hair up in a clip. It was a well earned scar. No one would care— should care—...
Amy wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and flushed the toilet quickly before her mother asked questions.
Elvis has left the building.
Evie had a problem. She was overwhelmed. The coven hadn’t assembled like this in more than two-hundred years. She was unsure how many of the Night-seekers we...
