“I enjoyed that,” she said. “What?” I asked. “You last post,” silly. “You make it sound like it was a military tune played on a bugle,” I said. She giggled. “Well, it was more of a song than a poem really, wasn’t it. Anyway you’re not too bad at this writing stuff.” I was going […]

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“What do you crave most at this moment?” I ask, my voice barely audible in the falling twilight. The Returner stands before me, dishevelled, weary. His long grey beard is unkempt, his hands are callused from a lifetime of physical labour. He looks at me momentarily, considering his answer carefully.  “Power,” he replies, making no […]

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