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    Private The Mirror Moon

    Mutters and groans as the pyre went on burning. The miners didn't move. Even as the boots marched on up. Filed out and formed a wall. The carriage loomed. "Stay calm now, stay calm," Janu urged them on hushed whispers. Berto already had a rock hammer snuck up his sleeve, and Mimli leaned on...
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    Private The Mirror Moon

    High upon the watchtower, a pair of guards did stand. Eyes on the horizon, for the bands of Rodhan men that might come marching across the land. Rampant rabbit set to snap at the van. "Oy," one of them gave voice. An elbow nudged at his second. "You see that there?" The second, craned his...
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    Private The Mirror Moon

    Watch the fires burn. Tongues high against the cool sky. Dusted pink, blazed with red, turned to marigold. Cinders and sparks caught the heat. Spat high with pops and hiss. Wavered and danced about the tongues that shimmered and shook in the dead man's wake. Jona could but stand. Hands wrapped...
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    Private The Mirror Moon

    Wide arms wrapped round the smaller man. Held him tight and close against his chest as they both gave in to the hurt. Almost sweet, tangled therein, beneath the brambles of so much they'd been made to suffer. He felt Dara shift there in his arms. His own head keeled down with the weight of it...
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    Private The Mirror Moon

    "Word weaver," Jona said in a soft surrender. Let his hand scoop up that one that Dara still had on the log. "Might those words of yours come true, Dara," a squeeze, that wanted so much more. "I truly am hoping they do." he looked over Nils once more. Saw him there again, with his pick upon him...
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    Private The Mirror Moon

    A thump, as what was Nils hit the ground. Jona stared long at the lifeless shape of a man he once knew. Died in the mines. Died again at the end of his pick axe. Jona node. "We should burn him," he agreed, voice hardly a whisper over the sounds of their work party. Lugged his steps, one after...
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    Private The Mirror Moon

    Jona shift onto his feet as Dara yowled like a mountain cat, stuck on a sunbaked stone. Voice echoing off the walls, till he finally fell to the floor and hitched up with what used to be Nils. Made a scramble up the wall. Boots dug in to the crumble stone, but the rock gave way. Dara started to...
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    Private The Mirror Moon

    It was the warm uttering of a prayer, all the more familiar in this long dark days up the tunnels. When another one fell. When another one turned. When the cave crushed one, or some foul air robbed the breath straight out of their lungs. The prayers came. Least Dara made it sound good. Made it...
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    Private The Mirror Moon

    There was nothing there behind the eyes. No hope of a word, or that easy laugh. It was all turned to shambles and groans. Just a promise, for them all to remember. Didn't matter how tired they were. Didn't matter how hard they wanted to be done. They'd keep on going, until there was nothing...
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    Jonathan Henri

    A miner's son.
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