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Jim Stitzel
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I’m sitting here right now, trying to decide what to do with myself. And I don’t mean just on an immediate, here-and-now, should I pick up a controller and play a game or write a story sort of way, though that’s certainly a part of it. I mostly mean it in…

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The child sits at the base of the tree, silently weeping. Her arms are crossed over her upraised knees, her face buried in her arms. Tears fall from her cheeks, staining her pants and the soil on which she sits. A few even land on the tree roots. A gentle…

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It soared out of midnight, all gas envelope and aerosolized Nightmare, propelled by only God knows what. It carried a tiny bomber bay, loaded with a lethality that would have made any nation quake to its roots, if any knew it existed. The airship was…

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“Orthael!” she spat. “Protector of life, servant of the All-Consumer.” Her voice dripped disdain. “Summoned by a local parish, no doubt.” Orthael nodded. “To protect us.” He nodded again. “Well, holy man, where were you when my village was destroyed by…

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“I ask you again,” Malika said. “Who be you, and how be it you come to be here, just at this very moment? Be you a final test, holy man or not, to confirm my resolve, to baptize me in the fire of purification against the forces of Ashmar?” She could feel…

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Malika brought Morduth up so it pointed at the newcomer. Blue flame flared up bright and tall along the blade’s length, spilling over the hilt and onto her hand and wrist. She didn’t notice. All her attention was on this man of the cloth standing before…

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Malika wiped away the tears from her eyes with the palm of one hand and gracefully rose to her feet, turning to face the newcomer. “Be you friend or foe?” she asked. “Morduth insists you be friend, but I be not so willing to trust in his judgment just…

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Jimmy set his lunch down on the break table and plopped down in a chair, heaving a huge sigh. “Man, what a day,” he said, picking up his sandwich and taking a bite. “Uh…” Frank said, looking at Jimmy then glancing quickly away to catch Seth’s eye, sharing…

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“There is blood in the rain,” stated the Deep One, matter-of-factly. He stood at the deck railing, staring out over the city spread out below. “What do you mean, sire?” Kolster asked, looking up at the imposing figure looming over him. “There is blood in…

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The refactoring of [Ficlatte] has begun. I don’t expect this to mean anything to any of you, not even the ones who frequent the site on a regular basis. The work I’m doing right now is 100% completely behind the scenes, hidden by the large curtains that…
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