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Joel Open your eyes. What do you see? Most likely, something colorful. If you stare at a plain white wall long enough, an array of ..

Joel Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror felt like I was admiring the sculpture of a Greek god. I know that was very narcissis..

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Joel After breakfast, my eyes became blurry and Hagen gave me another dose of the Sphinx. Later, he dropped me off in town in front of Wunderwulf..

Alden Slavery was my life since I was fifteen years old. The child I used to be had been murdered by the woman they made me turn in..

Joel It was three a.m. in the morning when Alden and I sat on a bench by a dark road outside the Karankawa Airport. "Do you thi..

Hagen "Hagen, we need to talk," said Alden drinking a glass of milk as she entered my room. "Good, 'cause you've been avoiding m..

Joel "Who is she?" I put pressure over my wounded arm. "Why do you have her locked up in here?" "She's our sister," said Alden. "Her name..

Oyvind I was born in a place that Sapiens call Russia. For many centuries before its existence, my tribe knew it as Deasham but I called it home...

Joel Oyvind sat nearby in the dark. I could not see much of his face, but his last words for the night were filled with grievance. ..