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Winner of Contest #319 🏆
The clatter of swords rang out. Steel hissed against steel; wood cracked against bone. Boys stumbled through forms while their partners, the risen dead, moved with a rigid steadiness that would not tire or flinch. Their eyes were milked over; their skin pulled drum-tight.The captain barked sequences: high guard, turn the shoulder, sweep, step in. A boy’s blade knocked free, and the dead thing he faced did not chase the opening; only returned to ready stance. Mercy by command, not intention.High above, the long gallery threw a hard shadow ove...
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The child came from nowhere it seemed. One moment Frank was alone, watching an ancient can of baked beans heat over the campfire, and the next the girl was there, standing at the tree line. Frank jolted to his feet when he saw her, his rifle in hand before he even really thought to pick it up. The next moment and his weapon was shouldered and aimed at the young girl, who did not seem particularly bothered by his doing so. She stood stock still, and Frank wondered how long she had been there that way, watching him.“What are you doing, gi...
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