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Submitted to Contest #238
Samsat Hur was far from the first veteran of the Morning War to make the grueling expedition down into the pits of the desert to find the silent monks in their silent temple. He walked in the preserved footsteps of the legion that had marched west to seek victory or death but had received neither the satisfaction of the former nor the peace of the latter. Samsat limped past half-buried helmets and broken guns left behind by broken soldiers. His own helmet, gun, and dripping pocketknife soon joined them. What use were weapons now in this shat...
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[Content warning: fantasy violence, horror, mentions of suicide] The local folk of the Phantom Stretch had always whispered of eyes in the clouds, but some kinds of terror must be suffered before they can be understood. Foolhardy wanderers paid little mind to what they called the idle chattering of superstitious forest dwellers. The gunslinger had burned the discovered corpses of a few such ignorant outsiders in her time. She’d burned friends, as well, and lost more of those than she’d burned. Some had left border towns destined for the wa...
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