Tag: post-apocalyptic
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Patina – Chapter 136
The cold was settling in even through the deepest reaches of the Generator. As the sun stopped bathing Belacqua in its light and the leftover heat escaped, Arguta and the others had to put on thicker and thicker clothes. It was getting hard to work with gloves and coats, and metal was turning deathly cold…
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Patina – Chapter 135
Amarco, the Constable, was helping just like everyone else. The Hunter’s chest hurt at the thought he’d just been handling out holy water and wallowing in pity. Another thing he ought to be grateful to Sadja for. It was a growing list. “Hunter!” He greeted him, standing up from his labor, gesturing to another worker…
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Patina – Chapter 134
The Hunter looked nervously at the sky, following the trace of the sun as it climbed down towards the horizon, pulling shadows gaunt and tight. “More water this way!” He shouted, reaching for the next container, but they were completely out of vials. What was Elissa doing? They were supposed to have more than this!…
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Patina – Chapter 133
There was a tense moment, clear as crystal and just as fragile, before panic would set in. Sadja smelled it. She had pulled away one of the townspeople, an elderly man she happened to be helping with groceries, away from a bursting pipe. Her back ached from the jet of steam, but she was faring…
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Patina – Chapter 132
Everyone in Belacqua would, for whatever time they had left, remember where they were when it happened. Whether they were with friends or alone, maybe on duty on the ramparts. Whatever they were doing, one thing was the same for everyone: it was a beautiful and finally clear day in late February, according to the…
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Patina – Chapter 131
Cloria woke up with something hold her down. Her honed instincts kicked in and she started, her hand reaching for her side to take out her knife. Only to blink and realize that the thing holding her to the bed was just Bernardo’s naked arm. Attached to the rest of his, quite naked as well,…
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Patina – Chapter 130
Sadja saw her again by the time of mid-winter celebration. There was not much to celebrate, besides the fact that somehow Belacqua kept holding on, day after day. Each night someone fell to the Eerie, or to a bursting pipe, or to some other accident. The town’s population dwindled and for those who remained, food…
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Patina – Chapter 129
Elissa followed the old woman down into the Generator’s belly. She had covered her hands with gloves, blaming the cold, and she could write off the ugly feeling that hooked her at the stomach on nerves. But it was much stronger than last time. The metal walls, the pipelines, the intent to reshape and control…
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Patina – Chapter 128
By this point, Elissa was getting used to the peace and quiet. In fact, even as her powers of Sight were getting weaker and weaker, something that as a Vestal should have left her in a panic, she started to enjoy feeling the Threads’ finally letting go. If she focused, or if she needed to…
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Patina – Chapter 127
Sadja assisted as Hunter skinned the huge Timberwolf. It was a beautiful creature, and one of the few beasts she had seen that still held to its natural proportions. By assisting, that meant she stood a few paces away, silver arrow cocked to her bow, looking for any hostiles that might like to get the…
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