Name: Saint Ash
Title: The Thirteenth Rib
Genre: New Weird
First 250 words:
Gavin Miara always wore clean socks and an old shirt during an assassination. Clean socks because he firmly believed in having one small comfort in the long hours of a hunt, and an old shirt because the black ichor of skinshifter blood always left a stain. Today he also carried a leather case scavenged from a gutter. Blood spatter had hinted at its previous owner’s fate, but the stains had washed off easily enough and it had quickly become his favorite prop. With it swinging importantly in his hand and his brisk stride, he appeared as any other businessman walking down the busy streets of South Gemini City.
People crowded the sidewalks like bees swarming on a hive, avoiding puddles of melted snow that threatened to wet their ironed trousers. Fedoras bobbed in the presence of ladies. Gavin followed the ripple of people toward the tall glass buildings nestled in the city’s heart. A bronze clock loomed above the clustered architecture, ticking off each minute until another sky rib became visible. Fifteen of the great ribs already curved across the sky, ripping through high, thin clouds and casting shadows on great swathes of the city below.
Gavin’s mouth twisted as he glanced at the ribs, and then at the clock. He was early, and so was his target.
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