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Posted on May 26, 2025, 8:57 a.m.
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Chapter 7 — The Weight and the WingsThe city sounded different when you weren’t running from it.Micah walked down 143rd, his hood up, hands tucked in his jacket pockets. Spring hadn’t hit just yet, but the air didn’t bite the same way it used to. His sneakers thudded against the sidewalk with pur...
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Posted on May 26, 2025, 8:33 a.m.
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Chapter 6: What You Running FromMicah walked fast, hood up, hands in his pockets, like he had somewhere to be even though he didn’t. The city was cold that morning—cold in a way that made the bricks feel harder, the air feel sharper, and the silence feel louder.He passed by the corner where Dre u...
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Posted on May 21, 2025, 11:01 p.m.
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Chapter 6 – Blood in the WaterMicah didn’t sleep that night.The money sat on the counter like a dare. \$300. More than he’d seen in one place since… before. Since the world cracked.He didn’t touch it. Just stared at it. Wondered how many more bags. How many more names spoken by strangers who knew...
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Posted on May 21, 2025, 3:36 p.m.
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Chapter 5 – First DropMicah stood at the corner of 119th and Langston, hoodie up, hands deep in his jacket. The cold bit through the seams, but he didn’t flinch. The city didn’t care if you were cold. It didn’t care about your dead parents, or if your lights worked, or if you were sixteen and alr...
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Posted on May 21, 2025, 11:46 a.m.
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Chapter 4 – Break Bread or Break HeadsMicah's stomach growled as he watched the lunch line shuffle forward. The cafeteria at Eastside High was loud—kids clowning, deals getting made under tables, threats whispered between bites. It wasn’t just lunch. It was the arena.“Micah,” a voice called behin...
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Posted on May 20, 2025, 9:43 p.m.
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Chapter Three: Paper CrownsFriday came fast.Micah stood in front of the cracked mirror in the group home hallway, trying to make sense of his reflection. The button-down shirt Ms. Kenner brought him didn’t fit quite right. Too long in the arms, tight at the shoulders. But it was clean. Pressed. P...
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Posted on May 19, 2025, 10:07 a.m.
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Chapter Two: The Weight of the WorldThe city never slept.Micah realized this as he lay awake in the narrow bed at the group home, staring at the cracked ceiling like it held answers. Sirens wailed in the distance. Somewhere beneath the rhythmic hum of traffic, a dog barked. Then the echo of somet...
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Posted on May 18, 2025, 11:42 p.m.
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Chapter One: Rain on BrickMicah hadn’t cried in over a year.Not when he found out they were gone. Not at the funeral. Not when he was taken away.But tonight, on a cracked city curb under a busted streetlight, he felt it behind his eyes—tight, hot. The kind of ache that builds when you've been hol...
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Posted on May 18, 2025, 9:23 a.m.
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– The End**### **The Dawn After Fire**Rome did not fall in a single night.But it cracked.And sometimes, that is enough.By dawn, the Forum lay scorched. Ash coated the statues. The marble steps of the Senate were blackened with soot, bronze doors warped and ajar. Where once roared decrees, now lin...
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Posted on May 18, 2025, 9:14 a.m.
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**Chapter 5: The Break in the Chain****The Climb – The Shaft of the Mint**The tunnel smelled of old iron and mold. It was narrow—barely wide enough for one person—and climbed upward like a dry well. Rusted rungs, pitted and fragile, led toward a trapdoor forty feet above.They climbed in silence....
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Posted on May 18, 2025, 9:07 a.m.
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**Chapter 5: The Break in the Chain****The city was breathing fire.**Not metaphor. Not symbol.Fire.It licked at the bones of the Aventine, smoked through cracks in Subura rooftops, crawled like a serpent across the grain stores near the Forum Boarium. They called it arson. They called it divine ...
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Posted on May 18, 2025, 8:41 a.m.
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**Chapter 4: The Shape of Fire*(continued)**Dawn cracked open like a curse.**Rome stirred beneath a sky the color of rust, and the stench of smoke clung to the wind like a prophecy. In the belly of the Subura, fires burned through the night—some sparked by accident, others by intent. What began a...
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Posted on May 18, 2025, 8:34 a.m.
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**Chapter 4: The Shape of Fire**The city had begun to burn—quietly.Not in flames, not yet. But in whispers. In absences. In people who went missing and did not return. In soldiers who no longer saluted, but stared. Rome was splintering, and the splinters were turning inward.And in the center of ...
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Posted on May 17, 2025, 3:59 a.m.
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*Chapter 3: A Knife in the Garden*(continued)*The scroll burned fast.Cassian dropped the ashes into the fountain and watched them swirl away. The name *Vibius Claudianus* vanished in smoke and water, but not from his mind.He could not afford mercy. Not now. Not when his past could be turned into ...
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Posted on May 17, 2025, 3:52 a.m.
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**Chapter 3: A Knife in the Garden**The gardens of the villa were quiet at midnight, too quiet.A fog had rolled in from the Tiber, curling through the hedges and statues like fingers searching for a throat. The moon was a pale shard above, its light flickering through the branches. The night sme...
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Posted on May 17, 2025, 12:33 a.m.
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**Chapter 2: The Whisper That Breaks Chains**The next morning, the villa smelled of vinegar and blood.Cassian stood in the shade of a fig tree, arms folded behind his back, watching Decimus deliver judgment. Senator Volcatius’s steward—an aging man named Publius—had been dragged from his litter ...
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Posted on May 17, 2025, 12:26 a.m.
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**Chapter 1: The Fire Beneath the Laurel**They called this place a *villa*, though it stank of rot and dust and old ambitions. The marble was cracked. The columns leaned like drunk soldiers. The fountains had run dry years ago, and the only thing that flowed now was rumor.Cassian moved through th...
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