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Andrew Sendor, “The Offliners” by River Wright, 2025 -
Andrew Sendor, Lamond noticed something strange—not just the impossible stillness of the jar, but the air itself shifting, 2025 -
Andrew Sendor, An almost imperceptible hum, as if the land itself had awakened with them, 2025 -
Andrew Sendor, There was no declaration, no turning point—just a slow, silent transfer of power, 2025 -
Andrew Sendor, Pencilissa heard his strangled cry and hurried to the door, 2025 -
Andrew Sendor, Yohimbee lingered apart, the sphere cradled against his side, watching the sun climb the mountain ridge, 2025 -
Andrew Sendor, A pulse of something not entirely Atlassa’s own rippled through her chest, 2025 -
Andrew Sendor, The image replayed in Lamond’s mind—not only the defiance of physics, but the flicker in Atlassa’s eyes, sharp and strange, as if a hidden part of her had switched on, 2025 -
Andrew Sendor, For an instant it felt as though the land itself were watching, measuring them, weighing whether to accept or resist what they were about to build, 2025 -
Andrew Sendor, The air felt close, almost metallic, as if the storm above was holding its breath, 2025 -
Andrew Sendor, Every so often, each of them paused—mid-step, mid-thought— as if listening for something just beyond the edge of hearing, 2025
Andrew Sendor: RIVER
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