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In the chill of an unseasonable dawn, 20 year old Debbie, her hair like a cascade of flame against the pale canvas of her skin, strode with purpose through the dimly lit streets of Millworth. The warehouse loomed ahead, its metal skeleton girded in the first light of a morning that would prove anything but ordinary. Her footsteps echoed on the damp pavement, a rhythm broken only by the distant rumble of machinery, no, not machinery. A sound far more alien than any engine’s growl.

The sky above shifted unnaturally, as if a great hand had reached down to tear open the fabric of day. Triangular shadows descended, vast and silent...more>

20 year old Samina stepped into the Thermae Traianae, the grandest of Rome’s public baths, feeling a mix of excitement and unease. Her family was not among the patricians, her father worked as an architect’s apprentice, and her mother sold olive oil in the Forum, but they had saved for this treat, knowing it would be one of few times she’d experience such opulence.

The baths were a microcosm of Roman society: wealthy senators lounged on...more>