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Wednesday was errand day and Parthia’s favorite day of the week. Well, kind of. It’s complicated, kinda like Parthia himself. The two-headed Paralogos strolled down the sidewalk alone, a curled scroll in hand. The dinosaur stood nearly three-quarters of a meter tall and had a striking scarlet-scaled hide. A pink stripe stretched from the corner of each eye - on each head - down to the tip of her tail. Black leathe...

The muffled sound of crickets chirping in the cool summer evening filtered its way through the window panes of Dr. Kara Stern’s office. Moths batted lazily against the glass, attracted by the glow emitted from the pink Paralogos’ computer screen. Her claws tapped at the keyboard with great fervor, only pausing to take a sip of her coffee. But all that met her lips was cold ceramic -  her mug was empty. Glancing at the clock display on the corner of the comp...