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When the cold had set that night and the fires were lit and all the men and women dressed in heavy furs, the Iron Bears produced the spoils…
I saw Atropos sharpen her shears. They slid with a shing! across the whetstone as she perched on her stool, honing alone. I saw Atropos sharpen her shears.…
132,681st knot The calendar hung over Tlalli’s bed, so that even when she woke up with such aching arthritis that she could not stand, she could still reach…
Content warnings: Descriptions of many types of deaths. The day that Alex Myndus died began much like any other. He woke up to an alarm, set the previous…
Not an injection but rather a stab By a syringe that suckled your veins Pulling venom into the vial That holds the pollution to streams That I’ve tried…
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