Speculative Fiction. The Mountain That Kept Still At dawn, Mara Venn climbed into the observatory with a silver spoon in one hand and a salt jar in the other. The observatory was cut into the caldera’s north wall, a black chamber opening toward a valley where snow lay thin as...
Speculative Fiction. The First Mark Mara woke at the hour the observatory had not yet finished becoming light. Below her the mountain breathed its slow furnace breath, and the river ran under a skin of ice thin enough to read the current through, the way a page reads through...
Hopeful Science Fiction. The Measure of Moving Water Mara kept her instruments in a narrow case beside the bridge tender’s office: a copper wheel, three silver funnels, and a compass whose needle trembled whenever someone nearby made a promise. Her work was called emotional...
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