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Patina – Chapter 6
The girl ran. Which was barely enough. Brambles and branches rose to scratch her face, to bite her naked ankles. She breathed in panicked spurts. Something slick and warm ran down her forehead. Might have been blood. She did not care. The girl ran. It had to be enough. Far-off voices ran after her. Indistinct,…
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Patina – Chapter 5
There was a weird stillness to the night forest. With the last embers of sunlight eaten by a growing cover of clouds, not even the moon could peer through and cast the trees’ shapes out of its black veil. They had to make do with lamps and the rare fizz and sputter of electric light. …
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Patina – Chapter 4
It had been a while since he’d been in Arguta’s shop. The furnace blasted heated air and the continuous huff of bellows turned into a roar inside the rounded hall. As soon as he was in he took out his coat. “Cotton?” Arguta pointed out. “I’m going to make you a premium.” “I did not…
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Patina – Chapter 3
By the next morning, the boat gathering has dispersed. The only one still anchored to the riverside was Verna’s, the only reminder of the makeshift market the footsteps around the shore. No other footsteps or oozing black liquids, which meant it had been a quiet night, for once. She did not come out to meet…
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Patina – Chapter 2
Thank the spirits, the inside of Verna’s cabin was warm. The heat did not come from a fire or an oven, it seemed to spread from the leaden pipes running all over the floor, a boon for his cold feet. While the shipmates took care of his clothes he’d been given a cotton vest and…
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Patina – Chapter 1
Leaves had started oozing a deep crimson, which meant winter was well on its way. The Hunter opened his gloved hand and the crumpled leaf fell from his fingers, adding up to the wet pile on the ground. He pursed his lips and kept proceeded downhill towards the river. He had seen smoke and there…
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Patina – Chapter 0
The girl was bleeding silver. She frowned at the bandages over her wounds, looking dejected on the other side of their makeshift camp. The Hunter stood up, producing clear gauzes from one of his pouches. The girl heard him, her furry, triangles ears turning at him. She tried to take a half-step back and the…
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