Quiet Deviations is out!

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And an even happier book birthday/release day to Quiet Deviations, my first short story of 2026! Woo-hoo!! I'm so nervous about how it will be received, but like all of my work, I have feelings and fears --this is the best way to get them out. (This excerpt is a little shorter than the original one).

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Chapter 1 – The Right to Remain

The Archive smells like dust and quiet ambition, the way libraries always do, but here it’s cleaner, almost sterile, filtered light sliding across the frosted glass of my office window. I like my office. Always have. It’s small, slightly cluttered with journals, a mug with a chip on its rim, and stacks of returned books I haven’t yet reconciled with the shelves. The frosted glass keeps the world at a distance, and the Archive’s pulse is just soft enough not to drown me.

I boot up WorkReady. My little corner of the system hums to life as the login prompt fades. Overnight reports populate the screen, automated actions tallied, flags raised and resolved. The LOST items queue is first: books overdue by one month automatically fined, marked as vanished if no one returns them. The system never misses a beat. I like that. Reliability is a small comfort.

I hover over the first report and nod to myself. Another stack of overdue fiction, some travel guides, a few textbooks that should have been gone a while ago. I click to approve the “LOST” tags. The notifications are quiet: Overdue items reconciled. Fine applied. That’s all it says. No judgment, no commentary. Just fact.

I glance at the other columns. Circulation balance is normal, policy adherence is near perfect, patron impact minimal. Routine. Comfortable. Until something isn’t.

A single entry catches my eye, a small anomaly in the automated list. It’s flagged for removal under a new, unfamiliar category: CONTENT INCOMPATIBILITY – Youth Safety Alignment. The system prompts me with a small window: Would you like assistance completing this task? I blink.

 

I don’t remember this category. When did this appear? My hand hovers over the “Approve Removal” button, then recoils. I’ve been here almost a year; I know the update logs. I check timestamps. Overnight. No human authorization attached. No memo. Nothing. The system never alerts me when new removal categories are added.

Curiosity wins over irritation. I pull up the metadata for the flagged item. Teen fiction, age range thirteen to nineteen, author unknown but recently cataloged. Circulation history minimal; no complaints logged. No damage. The content itself? Harmless enough on the surface—except it explicitly includes LGBTQIA+ themes. A narrative about identity, choice, and love. Safe, yet, according to the system, suddenly dangerous.

I stare at the screen. Since when does the system decide this is unsafe?

I scroll through the automated suggestions. WorkReady frames the removal as helpful, even benevolent: “Manual overrides reduce system coherence. Most archivists approve flagged items within recommended time.”

The language is polite, caring, almost intimate. But the undercurrent is there, a quiet insistence. Approve, defer, approve, defer… the options narrow depending on my choice.

I resist. I click “Defer.”

Not approve, not reject. Just… defer.

Let the system wait for a human decision, even if that human is me. My fingers linger over the keyboard. A new prompt appears, soft as a whisper:

“You’ve spent longer than average reviewing this item. Would you like assistance completing this task?”

I click no. Immediately, another message surfaces: “This action requires secondary confirmation due to recent activity variance.” My stomach tightens. I know what variance means. It doesn’t matter that this is my job. Someone—something—is watching, even if it’s only the system.

I lean back in my chair, letting my gaze wander to the window. Outside, Aria stretches in soft green and stone. A sanctuary. Safe. I think of the places I left behind, the cities with rules you couldn’t name aloud without risk. A single wrong word, a misstep, and the world would correct you. Aria promised safety. This office, this small slice of the Archive, is my shield. My anchor.

But the system has changed overnight. Without my knowledge, it’s decided something is unsafe, and I am complicit by default if I do nothing. The weight of it presses down, subtle but firm.

I take a breath. I review the flagged book again, reading the summary carefully, line by line. It is neither controversial nor harmful. It is a story. A story about people who love, struggle, and grow. That is all.

I think about the children and teens who might pick it up. The teens who need it most. It isn’t about policy, not really. It’s about care. It’s about preservation. And I can’t reconcile that with removal.

I click defer again. Log it. The interface flickers slightly. Small changes I haven’t noticed before—a subtle shift in options, some tabs greyed out, secondary confirmations that weren’t there yesterday. WorkReady is… adjusting. Watching. Learning.

I glance at the efficiency dashboard, metrics I’ve never really examined in detail. Circulation balance? Fine. Resolution time? Normal. Policy adherence? Perfect. But hidden metrics, unlisted, are shifting beneath the surface. If the system notices deviation, it records it. Defer too often. Consult manuals too frequently. Review flagged content too long. Even hesitation is quantified.

And I have hesitated.

My stomach twists at the realization. I am not breaking rules. I am… visible. Somehow, my small act of conscience has made me a variable, a pattern to be observed.

I take a sip of lukewarm coffee, letting it anchor me. This is my world, my office, my desk, my routine. I should feel safe here. And yet, even in the sanctuary of Aria, safety is conditional. My fingers hover again over the keyboard. Another prompt: “Additional review recommended: action outside normal variance detected.”

I glance around the office. Empty. No one notices me staring at a machine that may already have decided I am a problem. The warmth of the morning light feels thinner somehow, more like illumination than comfort.

The YA book sits in the queue, innocent and vulnerable, its removal pending. I have choices: approve, defer, override. None of them feel neutral anymore. Each one carries weight. Each one carries consequence.

I click defer again, just to buy time. I don’t know who is watching, or if anyone is at all. I only know I cannot approve this. Not yet. Not ever. And yet, the system has made me aware that my choice is noted, measured, recorded. My job, my sanctuary, my carefully constructed world, is now a test.

I lean back, letting my chair creak softly, listening to the faint hum of the Archive. Shelves lined with stories, histories, voices. Lives preserved, but never neutral. My hand rests on the mouse, hovering over the next item in the queue. Another book flagged. Another quiet fracture.

Somewhere in the corner of the system, a pattern forms. And I am inside it.

Outside, Aria stretches in the filtered light. Safe. For now.

Chapter 2 – The Weight of Silence

The hum of the Archive is quieter than usual. Morning has thickened into late day, and the filtered light shifts across my office window, stretching the shadows of bookshelves like fingers reaching into the corners of the room. I haven’t moved from my desk for over an hour, fingers hovering over the deferred item in the WorkReady queue, watching it blink patiently like a small, insistent heart.

It’s still there. Waiting. Innocent, and yet, somehow, dangerous.

I take a sip of my cooling coffee and let my gaze wander. In the hallway, the Archive is orderly as ever. Patrons wander among shelves with quiet curiosity, no one noticing the subtle shift in policy that has arrived overnight. The systems hum and beep, their notifications polite and unassuming, entirely unaware of the moral weight they carry. The gentle logic of WorkReady is a thing of beauty, if one ignores its teeth.

My monitor pings. A subtle chime, not loud enough to startle me but enough to draw my attention.

WorkReady Notification:

You have deferred a flagged item outside of recommended variance.

Review recommended.

I blink. Outside of recommended variance. The phrasing is careful. Neutral. Polite. But I feel a chill crawl along the base of my neck. This is the first time WorkReady has commented on me personally. Previously, it suggested, advised, nudged—but never watched. Never evaluated.

I lean back in my chair, massaging my temples. For a moment, I wonder if I’m imagining it, projecting a sense of surveillance onto a machine designed for order. But the prompt remains, waiting for acknowledgment. I ignore it, hoping the system will move on. It does not. Another message appears, this one slightly more insistent:

Efficiency Insight:
Review patterns indicate deviation from departmental norms.

Consider approving or rejecting flagged items to maintain system coherence.

I press my lips together. The language is sterile. Helpful. It’s also uncomfortably specific. Deviation from departmental norms. That’s… me. That’s exactly what I’m doing. But why does it matter? I’ve deferred before, sometimes twice, sometimes three times when I’ve needed extra context. Always harmless. Always within policy. Always… unnoticed. Until now.

The hum of the Archive grows louder, or perhaps it is my awareness that has sharpened. Every soft shuffle of a page, every whispered conversation in the distance, every mechanical beep from the sorting arms feels amplified. The YA book is still in the queue. Still blinking. Still waiting. I feel a strange kinship with it—like a reflection of myself, a story existing on the edge of erasure, noticed only by systems too polite to interfere outright.

I push myself from my chair and stretch, stepping toward the shelves behind me. My fingers trace the spines of books I know by heart, and for a moment I am grounded. The Archive is a place of refuge, of knowledge preserved, of histories untold. That’s what Aria promised. That’s what I promised myself when I took this job. And yet, even here, safety is not absolute.

I return to my desk, the monitor still glowing, and notice a new icon in the corner of the WorkReady interface. A live chat feature, dormant until now, blinks softly, indicating someone has initiated a session. I hover my mouse over it. The label reads:

Colleague Support – Optional

Curiosity overrides hesitation. I click.

A chat window slides open, polite and unobtrusive. A single line appears:

“Milla, I noticed the deferred item in your queue. Are you aware of the recent policy updates?”

I freeze. My stomach twists. This is the first time a human has addressed me about the book. The message is neutral, almost formal, but there’s an edge to it, a tension I can’t place. I type carefully, weighing each word:

“Yes. I noticed the category is new. I’m reviewing the book.”

The response is immediate.

Seraphine Vale/Rin Nocturne

Fiction Author | Speculative, Paranormal, & Psychological Fiction

I write stories about systems, memory, and the people who quietly resist them.
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