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The fog in Pendalton Gap did not roll off the river like normal mist; it lay low to the ground hovering; as if it pushed up from the soil itself, where it would retreat back to as the day progressed. Ankle deep, it swirled around Thomas’ jeans as he waded through it. He held up his phone watching the comments roll down the live feed. “All right guys,” he talked to his live audience. “A decade ago, the Gap had been home to four hundred souls and a small atomic research station complete with a mini collider, built deep into the bedrock of Blue...
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Changing shape isn’t like slipping into another coat that wasn’t yours. No magic, shimmering light, or seamless transition from one form to another. It is nothing like that. It is messy. It begins in the marrow. My femur cracks first, splintering inward as I force my frame to shrink six inches to match Arthur’s height. The sound is like dry branches snapping in an empty forest, muffled only by the wet tearing of my muscle tissue. I swallow my own scream with vocal cords that are currently melting, dissolving into a grey paste before re-sti...
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