Straight up, I started Bard: The Short Story Collection at a laundromat and stayed through two extra dry cycles just to finish a chapter. Claire Fuller writes a night-shift nurse who starts noticing the same patient name on different charts, and the scene where she checks the records room at 4 a.m. with her flashlight shaking is pure, quiet dread. Tense without a single jump scare. What bugged me was the hospital administrator, who's about as subtle as a villain in a cartoon. Who this is for: readers who like slow-building paranoia. Who should pass: anybody who wants the answer handed over by page fifty.