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An Acceptable Interruption
The boiler room was never quiet, but today it sounded angry
Shiny Enough to Be Safe
The brass lanterns of Splintnose Bank flickered against the stone walls, casting quick, jumpy shadows—shadows that seemed a little too eager to leave with the customers.
Storytelling in Circles, Not Lines
There is a quiet magic to stories that loop back to where they began. Circular storytelling feels almost like a spell—one cast slowly, deliberately, until the reader realizes they’ve returned to familiar ground, only to discover that everything has changed.
The Heist That Looked Exactly Like a Heist
The warehouse smelled like old rope, motor oil, and last week’s takeout — the usual scent of professionalism, according to Vinnie.