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  • Foreigner's God

    She knows. When she wakes, her world will stop and hurl her off its muddy depths and cast her into space. A short drabble about Vince Rumancek's death.

  • Eighteenth-Century Skinning Bathing?

    "We have been in that camp for days. Do your people shower?" With a smirk, she turned her dripping face, blinking her eyes against the water and looking back towards him.