Stories
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The Last Letter of Brother Anselm
From the cell of Brother Anselm, Feast of St. Michael To whomever finds these words, I write by the guttering of a single candle, though I fear light itself has betrayed me. What I saw tonight at the altar cannot… Continue reading
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Closer Than We Think
The letter arrived on a night when the wind clawed at the shutters, and the candlelight trembled. Its parchment was yellowed, its ink uneven, as though it had been written in haste or in a hand not wholly steady. “You… Continue reading
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A Place That Still Exists
Have you ever woken up on another planet? No, not the kind of trip you take with psychedelics. I mean literally opening your eyes one morning and realizing you’re no longer in your own bed, or even your own solar… Continue reading
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Doorways
For reasons I still can’t explain, the door felt different that night. Not in any obvious way. Just a faint glow at the edges that didn’t quite belong. It carried with it a charge of danger, and, more unsettling still,… Continue reading
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The Forgiveness Ritual
Every year, on the longest night, the villagers climbed the rocky path to the hilltop chapel. Lanterns swayed gently, casting flickering halos across somber faces. They gathered beneath the cracked stone arches, voices blending into a chorus of forgiveness. “We… Continue reading
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Epistles from a Future Self
The first letter arrived in spring, tucked between his electric bill and a coupon flyer. Handwritten on thick parchment, it bore no return address, only his name, scrawled in calligraphy like the cover of a Bible. “Lo, I say unto… Continue reading
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The Strays
They started showing up in early spring, muddy-pawed, matted fur, eyes bright like lanterns. No one else noticed at first. Tourists walked right past, and shopkeepers shooed them off like any other mutts. But to the ones who slept under… Continue reading
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The In-Between
Deep in the woods, in a cabin worn by wind and time, Robert had passed many solitary days and nights. He’d long since grown weary of the world. Once a journalist, now a self-styled spiritual exile, he rarely spoke of… Continue reading
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Custodian of the Cult
Stan didn’t mind the graveyard shift at Denver International Airport. It was quiet. Peaceful, even. After the last red-eye took off, the terminal lights dimmed and the only sound was the rhythmic squeak of his mop across polished floors. He’d… Continue reading
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The Wish Tree
They found her notes in the shed three days after she disappeared. Stacked neatly beneath a jar of magnolia seeds, the final page read: “I wish to become a great tree, shading all beings.” The locals weren’t surprised. Dr. Elara… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 