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The city alley was cold and smelled of feces. Overhead, a February waxing moon winked periodically behind the clouds. In the distance a cat scr..

Just after the sun had set on a blisteringly cold winter day, three people who walked into U-Station. The obvious leader of the group was a tall..

Nigel Wolff sat opposite Miriam. They were in a nondescript room, one of many used for such meetings. The table between them was not all that bi..

“So, what did he say?” Miriam stood outside the Enforcement HQ, staring off into the distance. Down an alley, a cat screeched, fol..

The place that Petrov brought them was a two-story home on an Oak lined street. There were lights shining from each window, as if welcoming all..

Helen led everyone back into the kitchen, although it resembled more a slaughterhouse than a place for meal preparation. The girl that had atta..

Miriam lay sprawled on the hall floor outside the kitchen door for a few seconds before she scrambled to her feet. She reached for the kitchen ..

The wolf crouched low in the tall grasses, nostrils flaring. The scent of her prey was on the wind and when she caught a whiff of it, she launc..

Dystopian urban fiction with steampunk elements.