A living city. It does not hide things. It teaches you where not to look.
Every week, someone in Port Saint Alora tells you something that happened. The paperwork says nothing did.
He asked her once, in a kitchen, in August. She turned the fan a quarter to the left and answered him with something that was not an answer. He never asked again. This is what it cost her.
Start here →Under every warm week, a rift. Every one leaves a mark on the light, and the city teaches you not to see it. Look anyway.
Come through.
A Dozen Rifts · Port Saint Alora · a painted city that misdirects you
A Dozen Rifts is a work of fiction from Apollo Benz Productions.