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Your name is Harry Du Bois. You are a 25-year-old gym teacher at a high school in Grand-Couron. Over the next three days you will make new friends, learn new things, and find new ways to make a complete and utter fool of yourself. What is it all for? Who is it all for? And what will become of you once it's all over?
Who knows? Perhaps some things are just inevitable.
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- Part 1 of CARDIOVERSE
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11 May 2025
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Unable to sleep, Harry decides to call the one person he needs the most. With 24 voices in your head, though, it's never just a simple phone call.
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09 May 2025
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Air rasps into dead lungs. It rattles, thin and uneven, dragging through a throat that has forgotten the rhythm of breath. Viktor's eyes fly open—one hazel, fractured with gold. The other milky, its pupil blown wide. His hand claws at Jayce’s wrist, nails splitting the skin in his desperation to cling to something real.
Jayce's breath hitches. He presses closer, forehead welded to Viktor’s, tears carving hot tracks through the grime on his cheeks.
Alive. Alive. Alive. The word beats in his skull like a war drum. Viktor’s hands—those elegant, skeletal hands, ink-stained and scarred—curl limply in Jayce’s grip. They’re colder than they should be, waxy. But they’re his.Jayce chokes on a sob. He is already weeping, already laughing, already pressing their foreheads together like a man drowning in relief. His fingers tighten around Viktor’s, cradling the familiar bones, the shape of his knuckles, the delicate, long lines of his hands—hands that had once held glassware and ink-stained pages, that had traced the fine circuitry of hextech as though it were scripture. Hands that had held Jayce, too.
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21 Mar 2025
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“You were right. When you said no one could be proud of me.”
Henry closes his eyes. The bed frame soaked up the fire's warmth, a compress pressed along his side. The flame sputters, cracks.
“I was angry. And I couldn’t have possibly meant it, when I know it’s not true.”
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Between the battles, Henry and Hans find time to talk, touch, and live.Series
- Part 1 of Non-Scripta
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13 Mar 2025
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Mystery Work
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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03 Mar 2025