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“Dawley,” Occam said. Her brow was furrowed in a way that never meant anything good. “I’m confused as to why I got an e-mail from the building’s safety manager this morning about your coffee maker.” Because they decided to CC you for some bs reason instead of just messaging me...

Dawley yawned and rubbed their eyes. The apartment search was not going well, and they had barely gotten any sleep, up all night scrolling through listings. They glanced at the digital clock embedded in the wall. About two hours left, and then they could clock off and go curl up in a ball somewhere.  As students began streaming in, Dawley surveyed the room one last time. They were in a small teaching lab, a sterile r...

A curt knock sounded on the door. Dawley shot up out of a dead sleep, nearly banging their head on a low shelf. “Come in,” they wheezed, and then shielded their eyes and hissed as the door was thrown open, abruptly flooding the walk-in closet with harsh midday light. Another Paralogos stood in the doorway, towering above the little lab rat. They smoothed back an unruly crest of fungal spores, causing a few to puff...