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Not Ever

It was ten feet tall, assembled from smoothed stone with cunning concealed joints, at least a ton, and covered with large, glowing runes. Awl stared up at it, and it loomed over him without even trying. “This? This is what … Continue reading

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In and Out of Disarray

She had asked him to join their expedition. Gone for at least a week, she said, going deep to find tombs that hadn’t been looted yet. Garth turned her down after one look. Her armor was dirty, her weapons burred, … Continue reading

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Another Reason

Every time she climbed those steps, she took a small portrait. The kind you can fit in the palm of your hand. She left the underground city of Bastion and its light below her, bringing the weak light of her … Continue reading

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Always Like This

Jordan screamed as the armor-clad skeleton took Ruby’s jaw off with an axe. Ruby, his mentor, had used that jaw just minutes ago to tell him to pucker up and enjoy the ride. He had no time to think. The … Continue reading

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Some Great Gift

She looked out over the pit. It seemed to go down forever, girdled by a stairwell four broad men wide, and even so the stairs were miniscule to the eye even a third of the way around the circle of … Continue reading

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