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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [open]  Fear the soldier who stammers, he is quick to pull the trigger
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    A field.

    Horses, grazing. New frost on the grass - melting. For how long?

    A short figure among the tall; all bow down. Chewing. Bowing. Same difference.

    Eyes graze horizon: winter. New land. Opportunities?

    A growl.

    Bow down.

    Like the rest of them - feed.

    Tasteless. Humid. Dirty.

    Filling.

    Better than nothing.

    Still cold, though.


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    Fear the soldier who stammers, he is quick to pull the trigger - by Stacca - 01-02-2020, 10:52 AM



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