Focus by Carlos Hernandez
—for Rory Cooney It’s July 23, 4:17 p.m., and I’m box-breathing like my life depends on it. My forehead is pressed against the door of the meeting room of the […]
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—for Rory Cooney It’s July 23, 4:17 p.m., and I’m box-breathing like my life depends on it. My forehead is pressed against the door of the meeting room of the […]
By Auston Habershaw in Issue #457 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine Even here, in the midst of the mob, they could sense her power somehow. A feeling of unease, perhaps. Despite the crowd, no one touched her. Those who brushed against her clothing shuddered, though it was doubtful they knew why. The look on the hawker’s face had told al...