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Apollo hummed softly to himself as he walked through the divine stables of Olympus. It wasn’t his day to drive the sun, but he had a feeling Helios wouldn’t be up to it. Apollo had a deal with Helios: Apollo let Helios drive the sun two days a week, as long as he still had followers. Helios could pick any two days he wanted, and Apollo would step aside. It was a tedious deal, but Apollo didn’t want any trouble. Besides, Helios was getting weaker, and he was cashing in on less and less of those days. A few days before, one of Helios...
As they tie me to the altar, I don’t think about my sins. I don’t think about my life. I don’t think at all, except to remember that I will meet my love. They tilt my head up and pour a cloyingly sweet mixture into my mouth. The texture is strange, but I swallow it hungrily. It will prepare me for Her. There’s a peace that fills my head with it. It seeps between the folds in my brain and nestles into the space behind my eyes. If I had ever been worried, I couldn’t feel it now. Words and prayers echo in my ears, harsh and soft sylla...
The smells of the fresh baked dinner drifted through the apartment, making the space almost cozy under the sweet aroma. On the stove, a cooked chicken, half carved, and a tin of carrots coins sat side by side. Dim lights lit up friendly faces at the kitchen island and laughter filled the air. “He did not say that!” A woman exclaimed, leaning toward the older woman across from her. Her stool tipped forward under her. Her blonde hair was escaping its bun, but she was too entranced by the story to notice, or maybe it was the wine. On the ...
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