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Maybe

Marta limped over to the wrecked frame of the Battle Wagon and sat down. Opening her faceplate, the air dried the sweat and blood on her face. Bodies of the fallen were strewn about the field, like toys flung there … Continue reading

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What We Carry

Rain washed blood from Harper’s leg onto the steep, stone steps, fading from bright red to pink to nothing as it was diluted by water. He took his scarf and bound the cut as tightly as he could but it … Continue reading

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