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PART 1 The treadmill belt kept moving after the first shove. Its black rubber surface hissed under the

PART 1 A hoof struck the stone hard enough to make the courtyard flinch. Dust leapt from the sunlit tiles

Part 1 The recreation yard looked wider than it was because everyone inside it knew where the invisible

Part 1 By midday, the produce market was glowing under a pale cream tarp that turned the sun into a soft

Part 1 The white villa had always looked innocent from the pool, too clean for the things it had heard.

Part 1 The imaging room was too small for the kind of silence it held. Pale daylight pressed through

Part 1   The boardroom floated above the city like a room built to forget the people below it.  

Part 1 The nursery at the end of the upstairs hall had always been too small for the shadows it carried.

Part 1 The shoreline had no reason to become a road. It was only black earth, wet basalt, and violent

Part 1   The lobby of the Aurelia Grand looked designed to reject anyone who did not already belong there.

Part 1 The chapel at Whitlock Point had not been built for funerals, though the family had always been

PART 1 – THE BURGER HE GAVE AWAY At the corner of West Mercer and Sixth, the evening traffic moved