by zerodignity Cy fumbled with the lock, cursing animatedly to himself, fingers stiff and chapped in the early morning cold. It was nothing fancy, just a cheap pin-tumbler mechanism, more a formality than a lock, really. But he didn’t have the right tools for this, and he’d been up walking through the entire night, and […]

by zerodignity November 17 — There is a single window at the far end of the attic, and the afternoon light that falls through it is gray, so gray and flat that it casts no shadows about the room. It admits only a shapeless gloom, an oppressive damp, and the distant sounds from the street […]