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I’m a Shifter. Hundreds of years ago, extreme genetic modification was all the rage. The fad passed, but it left behind pockets of alt-humans with signficant differences from mainstream humanity. The Shifters are the largest alt-human community, and if you listen to some people, we’re the most dangerous. In my opinion, the reason people say…

“Where’s Dolph?” Irene said in a low voice as I reached her perch. “Over there,” I said, pointing. From up here, we could see over the hedges, all the way to the island next door. Irene’s tension told me she had spotted the Sunderer ships, too. I kept climbing up the ladder until I reached…

“Where’s Dolph?” Irene said in a low voice as I reached her perch. “Over there,” I said, pointing. From up here, we could see over the hedges, all the way to the island next door. Irene’s tension told me she had spotted the Sunderer ships, too. I kept climbing up the ladder until I reached…

Zane might’ve walked away. Or I might’ve. Nothing of what followed need have happened. Then we decided to recognize each other, after all. Zane stopped walking. Dolph and I had already stopped. We stood face to face. The wind gusted over us, making Zane squint. I saw the white in the frown lines he’d acquired…

I strolled along the main drag of Uimaphathat Refugee Camp with my old Panama at a jaunty angle and a sparkly fairy flying two feet above my head. Dust blew like smoke on the wind of this unmemorable Fringe planet, which rattled the cat’s cradle of power lines overhead, and tangled the banners hanging out…