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Camila stood up and they both headed into the cave, it was dark and damp. "is this advisable?" Camila asked as they walked deeper into the cave. It became darker and darker as they went further till they could hardly see themselves. "Roman?" Camila called softly. She stretched out her hands trying to feel him in the darkness. She couldn't. Suddenly, she felt something grab her. She screamed so loud, her voice echoed in the cave. Roman burst into laughter as he pulled her close to his chest. Camila didn't find it one bit amusing. She almost burst into tears at this.

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I’m inside a small black space that contains only Kir and Butcher's body cam feeds and silence on the comms where Kir's voice should be. "Kir." Nothing. "Kir."

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I let out a slow breath as I watched him go before preparing a pitcher. When I came out most of the edamame were gone. A fan had recorded their performance on WhoTube and in perfect quality, it took me a second to realize it was from the company channel itself. I was mistaken. "This is so cool! Like even to foreign listeners, the sound itself is really beautiful you know, but more importantly, it slaps like..." "The soundtrack in anime." I finished. "Isn't this one from that new popular anime?"

At a distance, an audio-cassette shop adjacent to the Maniram Dewan Road, played a recent hit of Zubeen: Bisarisu kaxorote Xodaye tumak Holahiki bukur aapun Nokou moi aanok Phulibo diya tumi mulei Omoya moromok Nasibo diya dusokute toruni hepahok Bisarisu kaxorote hodaaye tumak...

After I moved into my new apartment, my neighbor, Bianca Ferraro, started showing up at my door every evening for a free meal. I lived alone and always cooked more than I needed. For the sake of keeping the peace, I did not mind sharing. That changed one workday at 3:00 am, when someone pounded on my door and yelled, "Open up! My boyfriend's waiting at the bar downstairs. Make me a cheese platter and open a bottle of red wine. I need to bring it down." I opened the door, still half-asleep, and stared at Bianca standing in the hallway. "You're serious?" She rolled her eyes. "Don't act like it's such a big deal. It won't even take you that long." My temples throbbed. "I'm not your pers

You want them to notice you, she reminded herself. With one hand hidden beneath the table, Kamala reached toward the small bump under her shirt; the recorder. She pressed a tiny button and felt the light sound that told her it was on, and it was ready to catch anything she couldn’t hear. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes on the crowd. Let them talk, she thought. I’m listening.

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.