Margins: Gone
The day was unusually bright. The air unusually still. Eric felt the oppressive weight of the heat in his veins. There had been a surge in the amount of cases like Stuart Novach. Like the little girl with the burned arm. Like the people were no longer content with the ways they were being taught,…
Margins: Misdemeanor
There was one drawback to Eric’s job. He took a deep breath, steeled himself against the kid’s tears. This was illegal. The kid was doing something illegal. “Please, mister, I just like the sounds. I swear — I swear no one else even knows!” Eric fastened the jacket securely. “It’s against the law, kid. Plain…