Tag: fantasy
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To See The Stars Again
Søren feels that temples should be calm, with a gentle chill. And this is certainly calm, even with every pew packed, everyone a mote of serenity. But there is no escaping the ubiquitous humidity. Squeezing into the back row, a briefing document floats past his memory. “Await contact.” He grumbles to himself, taking in the…
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Eulogy for a War Machine
Søren’s boots click on the concrete, his held lantern a single star in the velvet darkness. His breath lingers on his trail. A fragment of the machine looms, cyclopean caterpillar tracks, feeble light glittering off glass and cable before disappearing into distant gloom. He continues his round, light shone into every crevice, every familiar crack…
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Neuropolis
Søren watches the rectangle of grey daylight shrink as velvet darkness suffused with a cloying, chemical stench envelops him. He is swallowed by this hollow mountain, revealed as the slow tide of ice grinds onwards. At the end of his abseil, damp boots kiss a warm concrete floor. Looming over him is a great semi-circular…
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Storm’s Twighlight
The storm surrounds them. Two figures in an eternity of white. Trudging on, indistinct to each other as ice claws at them, their sledges resist every effort, and their guns weigh them down. Onwards against strain and sense. The first for many souls, the other for just one. A marker post passes by. Unclear if…
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The Ice and the Eater-Beast
They were eleven days homebound across the White when they spotted their first eater-beast. Naturally, it was Søren who spotted it, a man of much hair and beard, ice-ranging in his blood. The dark shape, more twisted, cooled shattered and reformed dark glass than any flesh, was bright in that day’s sun as it prowled…
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