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To Yoliztli, the moon in the skyTo Timothy, the embers of the bonfire

Intro

Let’s keep this quick. I hate prologues. My name is Ralf Matle, I was born in March of 2008. Here I am in the year 2072, at my house in a green and tepid suburb of Northern London. I live with my wife and we have a couple of kids that moved out as soon as they could. Pretty boring so far, am I

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The Way Home

“Find the pretty lady. Go on follow her and claim your prize,” Zeke said, swiftly shifting the three cards as more people joined the crowd gathered to watch.He’d been on the sidewalk for at least three hours already, and had a sizeable stack of pound notes on the table in front of him. It was quite tricky keeping people enticed while fleecing them for all they

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. The sun shone down dimly beneath the grey clouds, causing a chilly breeze to form in the sky, in which there flew a flock of ravens. A small and fragile raven flew at the end, its beak hanging open strangely as it gasped for much needed breath.

Two ravens kept glancing back, keeping watch on the smaller raven. Their beady eyes were clouded with worry and they cawed re

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The furs of Snow, an adult wolf, drifted through the wind softly. He was as tall as a wooden chair, and as long as a grown man. It was time for the selection, and it was insisted all adult wolves attended. Licking his grey and white fur lightly to cleanse the dust, he began to run towards the Great Den. Panting ever so slightly, Snow glanced wearily at the High-ranks. He knew t

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EVERY GRAM OF SILENCE

I saw her eyes, just the once: when she pulled me from Father’s house, her blindfold had come undone. So bright, emeralds on fire.

Rain had daggered her lashes like ingrown teeth; they scratched, scratched at the glistening wet and the veiny white underneath. Black veins. Their stunted branches grew, pulsating, as she tore away my rubble blanket, brick and stone crushed to dust between her skinny fingers.

She had looked at me. They were glass…no, they were flesh, throbbing in their sockets, but they shone like glass. They were blind too – the left wandering far too left, the right pupil a gaping hole – yet she saw me, those all those pale rain-tears.

I stopped breathing. My crumpled legs tried to flee, but they were pinned under a concrete pillar five feet wide. Shameful, to have been so afraid. They were just eyes, blind and glazed in the soaking twilight, and whether they blinked or not was no reason to fear eyes over being buried alive.

But I feared. I wished the rubble had covered me like a blanket.

Maybe that was why she wore the blindfold; delirious under the debris, half-drowning in a grey brine of rain and quicklime, I was certain that her errant gaze was scorching the life from me…or maybe it was only the quicklime that did the scorching.

I had fainted. A blink, a quick nap, but long enough that when I looked again her blindfold was back on, that thin white satin fence between the green balefire and my sanity. She had hefted the pillar onto her shoulder, a stick of concrete twelve feet long. Her right hand was clawed into its flank, her fingers sunk to the second knuckle; her left she had offered to me.

Her hand…

Warm. Burning. Not the heat of a living body, but thick old leather roasted under the desert sun. A fever, even on her fingertips. As she held me up by the wrist, dangling me there like a doll with half its stuffing on the floor, my face had pressed against her arm. Under her coat of faded black wool, it was skin and bone. Yellow-grey blotches ran from her wrist into the shadow of her sleeve, then appeared again under her high collar, almost touching her earlobe. Then I smelled the stench.

A powerful, chemical stench. At first I thought it some kind of cheap perfume gone rotten from sitting on a shelf for too long. Now, after three years of handling jars and canisters of that same stink at James’ behest, I knew better. After a thousand days spent in her company, I no longer smelled her at all.

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Forbidden BondProluge

A very long time ago, two races ruled over earth. humans and immortals. one day, the humans declared war. they wanted the power and the immortality of the creatures. and so, a war broke out between the two races. after a long battle, many humans and immortal creatures died in battle and many were injured. but, none sides were victorious. the alli

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