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Patina – Chapter 71
Cloria did not like this. She stood by the Hunter, gun at the ready, even as he looked far too calm and relaxed for her tastes. These might not be Eerie, per se, but they did bear the scars of the forest. Transformed due to a curse, perhaps? Or passed too much time under the…
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Patina – Chapter 70
Elissa had never been out in the forest. It was worse than she believed. Every step of her porters made the palanquin wave and shift, so that she was having a hard time sitting there and meditate. The moment they left the protective walls of Belacqua, the veil that every year fell on every Augur’s…
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Patina – Chapter 69
Sadja did not have much time to dream. Every time she came back, they were quick to stun her once more. She tried to hide it, but sooner or later the sled would hit a rock, or take a sharp twist, and she’d let out a surprised yelp, or shiver too much, or she’d frown…
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Patina – Chapter 68
It was night and almost time to go. Elissa checked her gear, making sure she had everything that she felt she’d need. Her thick clothing, sturdy boots, a bag with water, both holy and the old-fashioned kind, and enough food to last a few days. She’d spend more time looking into the future to check…
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Patina – Chapter 67
Cloria held her head with both hands. Her breaths came in short spurts as she tried to process everything the Hunter told her. This was… beyond madness. “We never knew anything about it,” she said in the end, looking at him for support. He could only shake his head. “It is what it is. I…
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Patina – Chapter 66
Cloria opened her eye. Then the other. She felt like the Gian Eerie from before had munched on her body and spat it out. Her right wrist especially hurt. Groaning, she tried to stand up but found out she couldn’t. She looked down at the ropes holding her to the rock. Seemed like her life…
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Patina – Chapter 65
The tracks lead downhill, through the widening trees. The Hunter panted softly, pulling his clothes tighter. He grimaced. He had missed them by just a few hours, judging from the state of the tracks. “Spirits,” he groaned, leaning on a nearby tree. On the one hand, he now very well knew where they were headed.…
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Patina – Chapter 64
One more thing that had changed, for Sadja, was she learned how to recognize when she was dreaming. Before, everything was confused. She went through her days like flipping book pages, most of them flowing before her eyes without really taking to memory what happened in each of them, and every one quite similar. Wake…
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Patina – Chapter 63
The moth-girl sniffed the fresh snow. Her nose wrinkled, following each of the scents as they departed in a thousand directions at once. Behind her, her brother held up a staff with many tinkling bones, rattling them and intoning prayers to ward the hungry ones off. It had worked well, so far. Their parents, armed…
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Patina – Chapter 62
She walks through the forest, and the forest is dark. Pale trees sprout from the damp black ground, grow thick and strong, their branches spread like veins, throbbing with crimson sap. Up above a golden light seeps through everything like a kind of vicious bile. And she walks on naked feet on the sharp blades…
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