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Submitted to Contest #331
Josh stared out of the window as his train left Runcorn Station and began making its way over the Mersey River, heading towards Liverpool. The morning light struggled to filter through the heavy overcast, turning the sea and sky gray, and blurring the horizon. Josh had spent the past couple hours listening to Mariah Carey, Ariana Grande, and every other festive song, trying to feel anything other than gray and dreary. It was December 24th and this was not his original plan. He was supposed to be in his hometown, Abingdon, just south of Oxfor...
The whole world seemed to stand still, the barren trees paused their sway, the River of Mort’s tumultuous, midnight-blue current slowed to a still image of rushing water, The Queens’ ravens seemed to hang in the air, suspended. The roar of the wind faded to the ether of Océane’s mind. No magic was being used, at least not for the stillness. Morelle’s stones of protection floated around him just the same. That was the oddest thing. His magic had not died, while he, he had a dagger lodged through his heart. But he wasn’t dead, not yet.“You bel...
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