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The tapping sound of her heels was thankfully dulled by the orchestra in front of them. She had no interest in organs, brass and a conductor by whose every motion, changed the music's direction and flow. She had no interest in how her life matched the wind instruments, a tool to be used to please others, cast away when there was no longer a performance. There were no words; absolutely none the habitual chatterbox could find to respond to the news her uncle had so gracefully delivered only a few minutes before. She was to be married, married!...
Her fingers trembled as the petals fell one by one between the gaps of her fingers. She stared at them, noticing their vibrant colours and gasped as the lurid canary shifted into a warmer violet, akin to her favourite colour.Taking a step back, she stumbled over a large vine and pain shot up her back when it hit the grass? In a swift movement, she had turned, palms searching the floor to understand how something so soft could hurt so much as a dull ache began to spread over her back. Skin dug deep into the grass and met a cool substance, a m...
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A volley of wild shots is quite an effective way to make a crowd of civilians scatter. Of course, nothing about the strategic bullet pattern on the dead clerk indicated that the shots were wild. Well planned murder, Cibrian mused. His amused gaze darted over the stampede of frenzied citizens. The war had taught them to run for shelter at any sign of a threat. It was a real pity they didn’t realise this was a staged homicide. Mass hysteria tended to cloud one’s detection skills. Cibrian stalked towards the corpse in the bloody snow, slumped...
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