the smuggler’s bible


Esther sinks the stakes into soft earth behind the house. She tries to keep her lines straight—but she doesn’t try too hard. Precision is the enemy when it comes to matters of faith.

She grabs her copy of ‘Rituals for the Drifting Millenial.’ Somehow the book is grubby and ancient. “Basic powers, I invoke thee,” she cries out, palm open in front of her. “LMK BAE FOMO.”

The spell is short, sweet and designed to summon her heart’s desire. When the smoke clears, there’s a second Esther standing in the pentagram—gleaming, new.

“Squad goals,” they whisper together, smiling.