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Outside, the scavenger cats that resided in the nearby alley were screeching and hissing and meowing, no doubt fighting over scraps of food or mating rights or some such feline thing. Gideon had a pet cat named Aldous. More of a best friend and companion, really. Upon hearing the din from the scavenger cats in the alley, Aldous never failed to perk up, shoot wild glances back and forth, and pace about the shack. That was exactly…

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The Mother of Exiles



by James G. Carlson



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Gideon awoke in the wintry palm of December’s hand, shivering and alone. It had been one of those uneasy nights during the long hours of which he had been certain that if he were to fall asleep he would never wake up. But the white clouds of breath rising from his mouth with each exhalation proved otherwise. He wasn’t dead yet.



With cold fingers Gideon fumbled about on the dirty plywood floor… Continue