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1. There's a strength in touch, a subtle symphony that binds them altogether.
2. The sky is dark and empty, holding only the memory of stars.
3. And rising out of the fire was a head as dark as the fire was bright, a shadow trapped within the light.
4. "Stop," but he didn't. He walked into the nothing beyond the horizon, out past the stars to the land where gods and heroes go to die.
5. It was smile half-grief half-madness, a feral grimace of a life shattered beyond repair.
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2. The sky is dark and empty, holding only the memory of stars.
3. And rising out of the fire was a head as dark as the fire was bright, a shadow trapped within the light.
4. "Stop," but he didn't. He walked into the nothing beyond the horizon, out past the stars to the land where gods and heroes go to die.
5. It was smile half-grief half-madness, a feral grimace of a life shattered beyond repair.
These snippits are copyright Martha McMahon Bechtel and may not be reproduced or distributed without express permission. All rights reserved.Technorati tags: writing | fiction | fantasy | science fiction | the unforgotten country | martha bechtel
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