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some 1700s love story

The long trek to the border did little to quiet his mind. Once the insolent words of his General finally stopped echoing in the Prince’s mind, it wandered to more tender wounds. Occasionally he would catch himself staring at the stoic faces of his troops as they marched dutifully around him, their eyes fixated on the road ahead. Their stern fortitude shamed him—if they could stand so boldly before the bloodbath he was leading them to, the petty affairs of the heart were no excuse to break. He couldn’t, for their sake. And his. Her heart pounded in her throat as the Princess spurred her steed onward, his pace thundering throu

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Dying Soldier

The pain was ignorable, so long as he didn't move too much. His limbs were bent awkwardly, some beneath his body as he laid there in the rubble of what was once some family's home. Blood pooled and caught flecks of ash as they drifted down from a swirling sky of thick black smoke through which no sunlight shone. Instead an eerie glow of orange and red illuminated the city's skeletal skyline. The thought of dying flooded his senses. Panic rose in his mind until he gained control of the turmoil. Trying to relax, he examined why he wanted to live. He thought of all the people he loved, the projects he'd started, the plans he had, the work yet un

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some 1700s love story

The long trek to the border did little to quiet his mind. Once the insolent words of his General finally stopped echoing in the Prince’s mind, it wandered to more tender wounds. Occasionally he would catch himself staring at the stoic faces of his troops as they marched dutifully around him, their eyes fixated on the road ahead. Their stern fortitude shamed him—if they could stand so boldly before the bloodbath he was leading them to, the petty affairs of the heart were no excuse to break. He couldn’t, for their sake. And his. Her heart pounded in her throat as the Princess spurred her steed onward, his pace thundering throu

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Literature

We Are the Wolves

Raven's heart pounded in her ears, drowning out the rustle of branches as they tore against her flesh. Overhead shone thin shafts of moonlight that pierced the black canopy of her nightmare. Each breath reopened the cuts of cold in her throat as she ran through thick uncertainty. Faint lines of blood crossed the graceful designs on her skin, leaving spots on her white dress. She couldn't stop for long, the breath of fear was already warm on her neck. Through the heavy shadows the girl sensed the wolves prowling silently across the undergrowth. Another burst of energy launched her deeper into the forest. The scream of a cougar froze her blood

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PART V: Patriots and Traitors

Second American Civil War Concepts

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Literature

Nobody uses cash anymore

A nearby boy was speaking on his cell phone to a friend. Josh instantly knew he was under eighteen to be using such an archaic tool. In passing, he even caught a small amount of what the teen was saying in regards to doubts. Josh smiled to himself. The kid could throw out all the naturalist propaganda he wanted, but nobody who could afford the augmentation chose to go without it. Maybe if they were joining the service. The glass doors opened welcomingly for him, allowing a small gust of air conditioning to blow about his person while entering. Along one side were small cubicles where people spoke out of courtesy, ahead was a long desk of hel

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Colombian Graffiti

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