
Triptych·Hard Sci-Fi
The Asymptote of Kallio
Nadia Volkov
A three-centuries-old signal carries the autopsy report of a corpse. The dead man's tag bears his own serial number.

“Someone stopped the abbey clock on purpose. The clockmaker has until dawn to find out why.”
In the abbey, the great steam clock rules the hours of prayer and something more. When the dial seizes at a quarter to six, Anselm, the lame clockmaker with a pewter nut soldered to his temple, finds that the part did not fail from fatigue: a devout hand broke it clean. Between Brother Bartolomé, who demands the escapement be realigned at once, and Sister Melisenda, who knows more than she says, Anselm has until the dawn office to discover what the clock sets in motion when it runs again.
“Bronze does not know how to lie about wear; when a piece gives way clean, the hand of a devotee has intervened.”
“To save a brother is a sin of pride if doing so means derailing the chapter's mass.”
“Flesh yields and bleeds; the gear knows only to press on until it snaps the axle or grinds to dust whatever crosses its path.”
“There are mechanisms that only reach their true measure when a man decides to break himself to halt them.”

Triptych·Hard Sci-Fi
Nadia Volkov
A three-centuries-old signal carries the autopsy report of a corpse. The dead man's tag bears his own serial number.

Triptych·War Fiction
Leo Marchetti
To keep from freezing to death, he must keep beating the heart of the gunner who shelled his company.

Novella·Dark Fantasy
Tomás Errázuriz
Every beast he kills leaves its strength in his tendons and erases a name from his memory.
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