![]() ![]() Once upon a time, or so Noam had heard, there’d been a textile mill here. In this neighborhood, you had to if you didn’t want to get robbed. ![]() That evening he locked the doors, pulled chicken wire over the windows, and took a new route to the Migrant Center. He spent the rest of his shift reading Bulgakov under the counter. She left eventually, and he went to stand in front of the window fan for a while, holding his shirt off his sweat-sticky back and trying not to pass out. He all but had to fight her off as she tried to force him down into a folding chair-swore he’d just got a touch dizzy, but he’d be fine, really. ![]() Ellis’s snuff tins when he nearly toppled into the cash register. But when magic infected the slums of west Durham, in the proud sovereign nation of Carolinia, it didn’t matter how it got there. Maybe, like some people said, the refugees brought it up with them from Atlantia, the virus hiding out in someone’s blood or in a juicy peach pie. Maybe a tank coming in from the quarantined zone didn’t get hosed down properly. Outbreaks of magic started all kinds of ways. ![]()
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