It is the tyrant, she thinks as the window thrums with the thunder of engine and the floor shakes. As the floodlights strobe across the courtyard and the dark gives way to annihilating white. Helicopter blades claim the night, their seismic noise spreading like a banner of ownership. Rinthira prepares, though not in such a … Continue reading That Which Stands Tends Toward Free Fall by Benjanun Sriduangkaew