Love notes written on parchment by a gay sorcerer who swore eternal fidelity.
the stranger in my satchel between spools of Kodachrome
When she finds him, her boy is no longer a boy. He’s a blister about to pop. His heart hammers, and his skin burns beneath her fingertips, his body already grotesque.
Strange Horizons will be open to fiction submissions on October 1st, 2024, at 7 a.m. UTC! To keep our response times manageable and submission windows more frequent, there will be a 1,000 story cap on submissions.
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