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George woke aching. His head pounded, his neck was sore, and his back groaned at the slightest movement. It felt as though every dragon slayer ever born had decide
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"What did you do?"
"It was an elemental." He said, looking into the depths of his teacup, frowning as though there were a storm in it. Mnemosyne was shocked; he -
He made sure that he stayed ahead of her, preventing her from asking further questions as they approached a small cottage near the edge of the village towards the crossroads. &
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Mnemosyne broke the crust of the staling bread and felt the insides, dry and brittle, crumble at her touch. She pulled off a mouthful and dipped it deep into the tepid bo
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We meet our heroine, Beatrix, rushing home one autumn day, along a tree-lined road in the suburbs of a town like any other.
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It carries me that way, because it must. A steal trap that plays dance music and trundles past the pretty fields.
Some kind of destiny found in routine. Turning -
I am the figurehead of an army I know nothing about. I wear their armour, I sing their songs; I am not one of them. I ride into battle at the front of the troops. Five men t
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