Tag: The Hunter
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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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Patina – Chapter 108
Cramped inside, cramped outside. Sadja reached for the larger pen, tracing down the last few letters on the sign in thick black lines. Her hand was steady, but painting signs while sitting on her knees for hours on end was starting to get to her. “Is this correct?” She asked the old smith-woman who had…
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Patina – Chapter 106
As snow piled up, so did changes. For the next few days, the Hunter’s hut was home to a flurry of activity, most of which was spent in silence. It was as if everyone had their own thoughts and worries to exorcise. The moth-people’s chattering died to a few murmurs as the helped clean out…
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Patina – Chapter 104
Amarco. The Constable’s name was Amarco. The Hunter followed him, circling the outer wall and talking with workers and repairmen as they tinkered and labored putting the defenses back up, patching over blasted pipelines, drawing fetishes and lines of tinkling bones over the top, filling pressurized holy water tanks, and doing everything and anything to…
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Patina – Chapter 101
To be frank, Cloria did not feel ready for a job at all. Making amends was one thing: the wolfgirl was a fast learner and cute to be around (and when she was dry, she did smell kind of good), but all she wanted was to lick her wounds and proceed to decide whether she…
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Patina – Chapter 98
Sadja held the book with both hands, tapping with the pencil on her mouth as she tried to follow the words on the page. It was getting easier with each passing day, but most of them still eluded her mind, even though Cloria was trying to help her. Point was, while the former Augur was…
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Patina – Chapter 97
The Hunter blazingly strode through town. He received a few looks but they sled down his figure like oil on glass. He was not in the right mood to talk. In fact, he clenched and unclenched his right hand, as if trying to pump more blood into his body. His heart rasped against its cage…
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Patina – Chapter 96
Sadja did not know how to feel about coming back into the thick of the woods. That weird, too-sweet scent of almost-rotten peaches still lingered in the air and if the grey pines still cried with tears of thick crimson sap. Silence loomed over the four of them. But at the same time, there was…
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