Speculative Fiction. The Market of Unclaimed Hours Every morning, the market rises with the tide. Its stalls hang from old bridges and warehouse cranes, their boards silvered by frost. Under rust-red awnings, sellers arrange memories in labeled cases: a ballroom seen through...
Speculative Fiction. The Patient Under the Floor Dr. Ilyra Vale treated homesickness as a private organ, invisible but capable of swelling until the body split around it. Villagers came to her with complaints of windows that opened onto the wrong season, spoons that remembered...
Hopeful Science Fiction. The homesick ward Mara Venn’s clinic occupied the sixth rib of the sleeping giant, where rain tapped through a seam in the bone and settled on the floor in warm, coin-sized drops. She had inherited the building from her grandmother, along with a brass...
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