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Submitted to Contest #321
The bell above the door chimed, and Marcell Crane didn’t look up from the cuff he was stitching. He never rushed a seam — not for the living, not for the dead.The man who entered stood just inside the threshold, letting the quiet press against him. Marcell counted three heartbeats before acknowledging him. Long enough to see if he’d fidget. He didn’t.“Welcome to the Corrobory,” Marcell said without lifting his eyes from the thread.A pause. Then the man spoke, calm and deliberate: “I need to schedule… a final fitting.”The needle stopped mid-d...
Submitted to Contest #320
The peal of thunder split the sky. Ka'handre, clad only in robes to his waist, sat cross-legged in the cradle of a towering rubber tree.The night was thick and endless. Wind howled, whispering secrets through the whisper-grass that bordered his village clearing far below. Yet he sat in stillness—body present in the maelstrom, mind elsewhere.The light of the Two Moons was obscured.A fell omen.Ka'handre tried to dismiss it as cloud and chance, but the knot in his gut remained. Eight days before the Tournaments. Eight days before his fate would...
Submitted to Contest #307
Junior Archivist Matzen Bellus sighed, the sound barely audible above the restless murmur of the scriptorium. He sat alone, fingers stained red with Liturgical Ink, surrounded by texts that whispered ceaselessly—begging to be copied, to be reborn on fresh waxen parchment. He had been practicing vocabulary, carefully etching the seventeen strokes required to form the rune for “Consecration.”When his father had delivered him to the Scrollery as a fresh-faced Scriptus Penitent, Bellus hadn’t known what awaited him beyond the wrought-bronze gate...
Submitted to Contest #303
The Testament The stars shone overhead as they always did in Palerow. Eternal night blanketed the land, and beneath its vast canopy, a small convoy of covered wagons—along with the weary horses that drew them—sat in a circle around a roaring fire.Such a thing was a luxury in the Wastes. Light drew attention from the strange creatures that roamed the land, and only the strong could wield it.So the Bonfire burned: either a bluff or a testament.Either way, life revolved around it.It revolved around the fire—and a young man with a guitar on hi...
Submitted to Contest #163
In The Service of Father Brain A Telling Place Short Story Solemnly I trudge through the winding streets of Estersa. I am pressed into a sea of Conscripted, all of us draped in white wool robes lacquered with Wax tithed from the denizens of our home Ward. Burning ceaselessly atop its cyclopean Wax pillar at the center of the city, the MindFlame radiates its amber glow and warms our backs as we march, pressing us in our thousands towards the pervasive blackness manifesting in District 13. My standard-issue MindTorch hangs from a...
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