Boundary Conditions
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Ongoing, First published May 01, 2026

In this novel, a world where emotional control is a currency, and rebellion takes the form of raw, visceral performance. *Boundary Conditions* follows Kira Thorne, who provokes intense emotional responses in others – a dangerous act that draws the attention of Silas Vance, an official haunted by detachment. These chapters reveal a chilling exchange as Vance offers Kira a contract, leveraging her abilities for a desperate hope for his wife’s health. The story unfolds with tense negotiations and the looming threat of enforced emotional suppression, raising questions about the price of feeling in a world determined to contain it.
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