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Patina – Chapter 117
Valeriana, Cloria had decided, had not changed. She was still quick to laughter and kind with strangers, judging by how she moved through the city, holding herself with countenance but giving way to people passing by, carrying beams or repairing pipelines. Though she did wear her mask throughout (but that could be excused as a…
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Patina – Chapter 116
Cloria had always loved getting shit-faced. It was one of the perks of her job and her skills: as a woman in charge, one trained in both the unseen arts and the blood ones, she was rarely vulnerable or taken by surprise. Except for that time they threw her down a cliff, that is. But…
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Patina – Chapter 115
As the glider reached the steam-girdled town, far fewer heads turned to follow it in its descent. It wasn’t just how different this rickety engine was from Verna’s sleek flying machine. The town itself did have bigger matters to attend now than a visit from Venexia. Valeriana, trying to hold steady as the metal shack…
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Patina – Chapter 114
The Hunter gritted his teeth. He stumbled, finding purchase on a bent segment of wall. How long had it been since he had some sleep? Decent sleep at the very least? He couldn’t recall. He was rapidly approaching the same levels of exhaustion as during the last part of Sadja’s kidnapping, and he was not…
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Patina – Chapter 113
Sadja had followed the Hunter on a series of days of training, outside in the snowy woods. She got her first few killings, though it was mostly small-fry, tiny critter Eerie that wouldn’t be able to threaten the town. All in all, after she told him about the failing generator and the worries about holy…
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Patina – Chapter 112
A little trick Sadja learned was that if you kept quiet and let people talk as if you were not there, eventually they’d talk about interesting topics. Now, that’s not to say she was completely asocial: look at her, she was helping. Covered from head to toe in grease streaks, crouched on a scalding pipeline…
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Patina – Chapter 111
The Hunter settled his hunting rifle on his right shoulder and kneaded his aching eye. Setting up guard wasn’t the kind of job he was the best at anymore, but they had corralled him into doing it again, and truth to be told, it was indeed a welcome change from hour after hour of wall…
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Patina – Chapter 110
They ate beneath a slab of rock sticking out of the snow. Dry vines and splotches of faded paint covered its surface, creating patterns of alternating colors that attracted Sadja’s attention even as she sat down to pry her canned food open and enjoy decades-old delicacies. “Is there a way to make these anew?” She…
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Patina – Chapter 109
Sadja had her eyes closed and the world spoke in rhythmic whispers. Her body lay against a tree, a grey wizened pine that had seen too many winters to remember the time before the war. She felt its roots trying to find purchase in the frozen soil, beneath the snow and tiny pillars of sap…
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The Care of Flowers – 3/3
Atropa Belladonna smiled and brought herself to a seat between two bushes. With her naked feet dangling in the night air and her ivory mane she might have seemed as harmless and fragile as those terracotta dolls the Children of Men sold in one of San Marino’s shops. Even concealed as she was, Artemisia’s chest…
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