Letter From The Editor - Issue 65 - October 2018

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Issue 65
Stories
Coachwhip and Wade, Hex-tamers for Hire
by Tony Pi and K.G. Jewell
Gods of War
by Steve Pantazis
'Til Devil Do Us Part
by Jamie Gilman Kress
IGMS Audio
'Til Devil Do Us Part
Read by Alethea Kontis
InterGalactic Medicine Show Interviews
Vintage Fiction
Yuca and Dominoes
by José Pablo Iriarte
Bonus Material
The Story Behind the Stories
by Tony Pi and K.G. Jewell
The Story Behind the Stories
by Jonathan Edelstein

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The Late Mr. Folsom's Luminosity Shop
    by Megan Lee Beals

The Late Mr. Folsom's Luminosity Shop
Artwork by Anna Repp

Oren learned of Mr. Folsom's passing when the Notice for Peaceful Death shot through the polished brass slot above his desk. The notice carried the cerulean tag of Necessary Eviction and a simple note scrawled on the back: A painting in the Luminosity Shop has recently awakened to sentience in the absence of Mr. Folsom, and it has claimed his shop as its rightful inheritance.

Oren glanced to the other clerks at their desks and held the papers close to his face to hide the tears gathering in his eyes. He worried that the grief he felt might seem presumptuous for the junior-most clerk at the firm of Honeydew & Smith. He only knew the man for his luminariums: the self-contained ecosystems of bioluminescent sea creatures that lit the great homes and greater city buildings that could afford his work.

The greatest of these was the reception hall of the Ministry of the Unknown.

Oren's father took him to the unveiling of the MU's luminarium almost ten years ago. The reception hall was a vaulted glass building thirty feet high. Mats of algae glowed under the glass floors. Its ceilings swam with cuttlefish and moon jellies and a pair of star-eyed sharks.

"The ecology is so finely tuned that it can support higher predators," explained the leather-tough and bespectacled Mr. Folsom. While the MU's illustrious directors presented his work as a symbol of their might, Mr. Folsom walked Oren through the scaffolding. The life inside the luminarium would last until oil and candle wax were no longer remembered, and the only magic present in his work was the impeccable balance of the larger world, scaled perfectly to fit inside its glass housing.

On paper, the Ministry of the Unknown bought the luminarium to "keep our glorious agents forever ablaze in the light of truth, as they worked to unravel the networks of dangerous magic that plague the world beyond our city walls." To Oren, Mr. Folsom explained that they bought his work to study at their leisure, searching for some evidence of that dangerous magic the MU was sworn to fight. They believed no mundane art could create such wonders.

They found nothing in ten years of study. But now that a painting came alive inside Mr. Folsom's shop, the MU would dig up his corpse just to bury him again.

Oren typed an eviction notice, sealed it, and dashed down the stairs to nab one of the firm's bicycles before all the new ones were taken.

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