In the dust-choked fields of the Last Farm, only one thing still grew: a single, stubborn carrot. Old Man Harkin had planted it the day the government declared crops extinct—just to spite them. "Ain't

In the snow-locked village of Gravewick Glen, where the dead outnumbered the living threefold, Casper Dray didn’t just bury bodies—he danced them into the ground. His family had been corpse-waltzers for