The Roar of Distant Engines and Other Stories: Spring 2023

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From Big Death

Kat paused. Outside, the din of passing cars, swinging entry gates, and idling buses had receded, giving way to a dull white hiss. She leaned forward, listening. Under the floorboards, between the walls, insects were gnawing, dragging their dead into hives. She could hear every little creep and deliberation, every budding bug conspiracy. Feel their patience as they waited to pounce, soothing each other, antennae laced with human skin.

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