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On good nights, Faz’zul relaxed in a wooden high-back chair with a hefty tome in his lap. He could lose himself in whatever world the book’s...

“Never have I ever left the country.” A circle of teenagers, six in total, groaned around a campfire as half of them put down a finger...

Johnny whistled. “It just goes on forever,” he said, squinting his eyes to get a better look past the twisted iron railing. He stood on a...