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They have some time to themselves between dissections and the sharing of alms.
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12 Jun 2026
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Daniil contracts Hanahaki disease. It would be a rather pitiful case of dramatic irony if this is what kills him.
"Love is a growing thing," Eva intones, as if it were part of a rhyme, or a song. Possibly it is. "Flowering like… I can’t recall the rest, it’s been so long…” Gaze distant, voice dreamlike. Then she blinks and suddenly she’s actually seeing him again. “Whoever it is you're feeling for, you should tell them. Love isn't meant to be kept all inside you."
Love. Love. "Eva," he says, fighting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose, "I am not in love."
She shrugs. "If you say so. You really should tell them soon, though. You can't breathe right with something like that cooped up behind your ribs."
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11 Jun 2026
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Daniil Dankovsky arrives in the Town-on-Gorkhon with the intention of defeating death. After he meets his untimely end, he's offered a chance to do just that, time and time again. But the rules of the game have changed, and Death never plays fair.
Still, Daniil isn't one to give up without a fight. Even if it means dying a hundred times over in this cursed town.
He'll defeat the Sand Pest and Death once and for all, no matter how many attempts it takes, or what he has to sacrifice to achieve it.
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11 Jun 2026
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A strange transaction in the evening mist of Town-on-Gorkhon. A man opens a door, ignores the frightened gasp of the lady of the house, climbs some stairs and hands her houseguest a human heart.
‘You look dreadful,’ the Bachelor says in lieu of any word of thanks, peering up at him with what felt like consternation. ‘Is that a fresh cut on your face?’
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Alternative title: three times Artemy Burakh arrives at Stillwater and finds more than he had bargained for.
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05 Jun 2026
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As the ground beneath his boot soles shivered, the Haruspex at last knew what the odonghs meant when they said they could sense the weight of every pair of feet on the streets of the town.
Because he felt footsteps that should not be there, crossing the Bridge Square.
Walking west, to where the sun set, the steps spoke their own rhythmic language, tolling like a warning bell: I am going to see this to the end.
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04 Jun 2026