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* Authors : Samantha Murray, Lindsey Godfrey Eccles and Stewart C Baker
* Narrators : Emma Osborne, Dave Robison and Eleanor R. Wood
* Host : Matt Dovey
* Audio Producer : Eric Valdes
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“On the Corner of Fulton and West” is a PodCastle Original!
“The Stars That Fall” was previously published at Flash Fiction Online.
“No Blood of My Heart, No Breath of My Lungs, But Love” was previously published in Lamplight Magazine.


Content warning in “The Stars That Fall” for infant death.
Content warnings in “On the Corner of Fulton and West” for suicide, death, and terrorism.
Content warning in “No Blood of My Heart, No Breath of My Lungs, But Love” for themes of human sacrifice.


Rated PG-13.

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The Stars That Fall
by Samantha Murray
 
When Sara asks me if I want to go doom-spotting I say yes. Of course I say yes. The Edge Lookout is dark and rocky and romantic, and I usually say yes to anything Sara suggests. And I’ve been addicted to doom-hunting ever since I was nine and got my first telescope.
“Why do you need to see it? You know it’s up there,” Ibu says, as I lug my viewing gear out to the car. All of my aunt’s once-dark hair is grey now.
“It’s meant to be lucky, if you find it,” I tell her.
“Mmpffh, lucky,” she says in her dry voice. Ibu does not believe in luck, only unluck.


Everyone has a doom. They orbit the planet, some of them moving quickly, so that you can track their movement across the sky; some of them geostationary, always above you, hovering, even in bright sunshine. Even if you never see them.

“Don’t you drink,” Ibu says as I leave, “don’t you speed.” Don’t you bring your doom down upon you, is what she means, but she doesn’t say it.
“I won’t,” I promise her.

I break that promise, a little guiltily, when Sara opens champagne.
“Your telescope is great,” she says, sitting so that her arm brushes up against mine. “Mine is ancient, and it doesn’t track well. It’s hard to make out the names sometimes.”
It’s dark,