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The Boss’s Wife
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Apr 22, 2025
Milo, the office intern, was doomed the day Mrs. Callahan—his boss’s wife—walked into the copy room. She was all red lipstick and tailored dresses, her perfume a punch to Milo’s …
Beneath the Olive Moon
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Apr 26, 2025
The night Alethea dared the sacred grove of Artemis, the olive trees whispered warnings. No mortal woman was meant to walk there after sunset, especially not alone, especially not bare-footed …
The Elevator
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Apr 25, 2025
It started with a look—just a look. They stepped into the elevator together at 11:37 p.m., both damp from the summer storm outside. Her dress clung to her like second …
Confessional
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Apr 25, 2025
The cathedral was silent at midnight. Empty pews stretched like shadows. Candles flickered near the altar, casting a soft glow over centuries of stained glass and stone saints. She stepped …
The Temple of Mirrors
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Apr 26, 2025
It was in Rajasthan, where the sands eat memory and the nights hum with ghost songs, that Kiara found the temple. Locals warned her: The Temple of Mirrors does not …
The Djinn’s Kiss
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Apr 26, 2025
The night air in Shiraz was heavy with jasmine and old poems. Elena, an American tourist with a cracked leather journal tucked under her arm, wandered too far from the …
Whispers in the Guest Room
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May 01, 2025
The house was quiet, save for the soft creak of the floorboards under Mia’s bare feet. The guest room door was ajar, a sliver of moonlight spilling across the hardwood. …
The Deserter’s Hideout
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Apr 22, 2025
In the Tennessee hills, 1863, Clara hid in a barn, her Union nurse’s apron stained with war’s grim toll. She’d fled the hospital, seeking a deserter named Eli, a Confederate …
The Guest Room
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Apr 22, 2025
It was just one night. That’s what Tyler told himself when his best friend, Nate, asked if his girlfriend could crash at his place for the weekend. “Work trip,” Nate …
The Mango Grove
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Apr 26, 2025
The summer air in Kerala was thick with the scent of ripening mangoes. Maya wandered barefoot into the grove behind her grandmother’s old house, her cotton saree clinging to her …