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Blood and Mirrors
The midday sun shined gently through the blinds meeting barely tangible lines of wafting cigar smoke expelled from the jutting mouth of one Mathew Renalds. The lines of the text from the local Vermont Vanguard's Sunday edition were all but illegible by the glare from behind, but the somewhat more bolded crossword puzzle, half-solved, was easier to make out.
Lazily hung in his chair, Mr. Renalds reached down over his crossed legs for the cup of warm milk beside a mug of coffee, and gently poured a bit in, his eyes not leaving the crossword. Suddenly there was a creak of the floorboards outside, the equivalent of a doorbell for the small of
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Blood and Mirrors
The midday sun shined gently through the blinds meeting barely tangible lines of wafting cigar smoke expelled from the jutting mouth of one Mathew Renalds. The lines of the text from the local Vermont Vanguard's Sunday edition were all but illegible by the glare from behind, but the somewhat more bolded crossword puzzle, half-solved, was easier to make out.
Lazily hung in his chair, Mr. Renalds reached down over his crossed legs for the cup of warm milk beside a mug of coffee, and gently poured a bit in, his eyes not leaving the crossword. Suddenly there was a creak of the floorboards outside, the equivalent of a doorbell for the small of
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Blood and Mirrors
The midday sun shined gently through the blinds meeting barely tangible lines of wafting cigar smoke expelled from the jutting mouth of one Mathew Renalds. The lines of the text from the local Vermont Vanguard's Sunday edition were all but illegible by the glare from behind, but the somewhat more bolded crossword puzzle, half-solved, was easier to make out.
Lazily hung in his chair, Mr. Renalds reached down over his crossed legs for the cup of warm milk beside a mug of coffee, and gently poured a bit in, his eyes not leaving the crossword. Suddenly there was a creak of the floorboards outside, the equivalent of a doorbell for the small of
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TRATI Ch. 11
CHAPTER 11:
Battle had torn the landscape into a ragged heap of rocks and bodies. The fruits of war bore poison on the land, the sea, the air, and the nations that fought it. It seemed the planet itself was being sapped of life, and a dreary cloud smeared the sky. Few lone figures dotted the moor after battle, searching for survivors by prodding the lumps between the rocks with spears. The foe was stabbed hard; the friends harder still.
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