A Different Apocalypse

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Magic came to the world in flowers. They came from below, out of season and out of time. They split through concrete and brick and bridges and made the air a thickly scented haze of soft pollen. The ones who survived the deadly assault on the human immune system woke to find the world already mourning the ones who hadn’t. … Read More

Genesis

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Tiredly, I play Death. It weeps rust as it settles: coating our hair drawing ash over ruins of the old world sleeping. We sit deep in its bowels, using its legs as a table. My sister tosses The Hierophant. The card flutters face down – too late. Far too late. In seconds it is gone. She pays its skeleton no … Read More