Tag: speculative fiction
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The Jail That Learned How to Breathe
The Old City Jail does not scream to frighten the living. It screams because pressure eventually demands release. Every execution folded the building inward, every breath stolen pressed into the walls. What visitors hear now is not a ghost—it is a structure finally exhaling.
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Chapter Twelve: Her Slippers Were Still Warm
She didn’t say goodbye. She just said, “That’s enough for now.”
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Chapter Five: The Visitor With No Name
“You gonna report me or something?” “No. I’m going to remember you. That’s heavier.”
Wicked Grim Stories 