Story art by Andrew Liptak .
From the author: A migrant navigates a twisted set of spells to cross a formidable boarder.
You can see the spells that permeate the air around you as the train speeds through the sprawl of neighborhoods. Private back yards and graffitied buildings flash past as you idly watch out the window, clutching the bag that’s half stuffed under your seat. Your legs are tired, first from waiting for the bus, unreliable as ever, then from standing for half an hour before a seat opened up at the last stop. You realize how tired you are as the landscape flashes by —you’ve been up for more than a...