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    • XXIII – The Major Domo Cover
      by — The tarn beside Villa Servi is a typical alpine splash, its airless depths never mingling with the surface water, yet Lady Vita insists it shimmers like the Adriatic when the sun is just right. Welletrix the Veragros knows nothing of the sea, let alone one named Adriatic, but he’s seen his share of lifeless lakes. Caeso and Optio laze on the front porch until he disrupts their tranquility with an authoritative bark. The house cats laying with them are immune, their laziness forgiven after nightly…
    • XXXVII: The Drunken Bath Cover
      by — Crimson rivulets swirl into the grate, drinking the ritual’s bloody remains. Aedan empties another bucket of water over his head, then upends it atop his basted rags, a lopsided pile of pale red. Cardamon oil forms prismatic clouds upon the water’s skin, its heady scent filling the humid air. Of all the luxuries imposed while living among these wolves, he most enjoys their aromatic baths. The steamy pool lures him into its satiating embrace. Ears full of warmth, he surfaces so the chill can bite…
    • XXXVI: The Last Leaf Falls Cover
      by — A line of gray rises from the woods, but smokeless chimneys draw him to the village. No guard walks the wall. The smithy forge has gone cold, and courtyard braziers full of wood stand without flame. Pigs slumber in their pen, tightly packed mounds unmoved by his investigation. Knocking on doors yields no one, so he sets off for home under the fading day. Along the main road, he spots the villagers filing down the ridge. Two-wheel carts break up their procession, pulled by young men and full of…
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      by — When her son stepped off the bus, nothing remained of the boy who left seven months before. He smelled good but looked hungry, and she didn’t fuss, not even when she felt his bones in her embrace. After kissing his head, she shifted her eyes to the men in suits. The police had gotten their pound of flesh, but they wanted to know how it got into her son’s car. Her boy carried himself like a man, shaking their hands and agreeing to an interview without her present. She insisted it wait, and he took…
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      by — Steady blows upon the door woke him. Andrew laughed into his pillow, giddy beyond measure. Sitting up, he tried fixing his bedhead in the mirror as the rapping continued. “I’m coming,” he grumbled, tearing himself from the warmth of the covers. He pulled on Sash’s undershirt, smelling the man’s soapy skin in its fabric. He stumbled to the door, tripping over two packed duffel bags. “Did you lock yourself out, Sas—” Nikola pushed his way inside when Andrew opened the door. “I…
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      by — Andrew sat alone in the subway car, mindless of his blood-soaked shirt and hungering for the Pilar. No amount of trauma overcame the healing power of provoked strings. The setting sun cut an orange line down Astor Place, a radiant border between painful realities and comfortable detachment. He wandered the street in a daze, his arms colliding with pedestrians. Saint Marks housed its regulars, shiftless and waiting for anyone to liberate them from the checkerboard doldrums. The clerk called after him.…
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      by — Thanksgiving thoughts bred scents of roasted turkey and baked cinnamon. The vibrations in the subway window soothed his aching head until subterranean darkness gave way to sun-soaked sprawl. Outside on the platform, a trio of Yeshiva-tailored boys tossed coins onto the tracks, a dangerous folly carried out without the supervision of the station’s usual patrolman. Andrew was four blocks down Brighton 12 when a feminine howl ripped through the air. Wailing sirens grew deafening on approach as police…
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      by — Nikola’s voice woke him from a restless sleep. Through the adjoining wall, the lanky Ukrainian claimed that sex starvation drove him to fuck Dmitri Boscov. Such marvelous nonsense brought a smile to Sash’s face. Niko swore he learned his lesson, delivering a heartfelt apology to Cyril. For some damned reason, though, Niko refused to own his mistake before Andrej, and no amount of bullshit flew past that clever boy’s radar. With typical indifference, Andrej suggested that Niko must’ve been…
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      by — Andrew holed up in his room for several days, stealing the daylight after work to play the Pilar. Fiddling by day didn’t bother his neighbors as much as doing it by night. One day, a knock came at his door, and Cyril’s voice came from the other side when he didn’t answer. Niko missed him, as did Cyril, who didn’t think for a moment that he and Dmitri were involved. The old man’s voice then dropped as he explained in broken English that Sasha was a good man, and so was Andrej—there was no…
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      by — Mid-September marked the official end of summer when vacationing locals returned home, and busy restaurants returned to normal. Andrew opted to stay on at the Russian Tea Room, speaking to the evening manager about a possible apprenticeship in the dining hall orchestra. Until then, he waited tables in the afternoons, this time without Dmitri. The raven-haired boy had enrolled in the dance program at NYU, limiting his hours to weekends, when Andrew would soon be playing violin if all went according to…
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