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The Sea Tower | Chapter 14

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A Murder of Crows Glissinda sat atop the cliff face, cross-legged on a grassy knoll. The wind rustled her hair, much like it did the leaves atop the imposing tree off to her side. The black feathers in her hair shined as inky as her own raven locks, making them indistinguishable underneath the obscuring shade from the nearby tree. Her hands were clasped as if in prayer, but her mind retained the...

The Sea Tower | Chapter 13

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The War Council Ahmet took lunch in the dining room. Always. He and his wife, Calliope, preferred it that way. And as king and queen, they were entitled to their proclivities, benign as they might be at times. Before his tenure, the modest setting had been designated the servant’s dining quarters. They’d since had it refurbished, and insisted on eating every meal henceforth in the quaint...

The Sea Tower | Chapter 12

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The Plan Watching the sea freeze was nothing like turning round the hand on a clock and watching the seasons accelerate in tandem. It was an explosion, yet not. Implosive, yet nothing of the sort. Inertness radiated outward from the Devanagari at its epicenter, sapping the life from anything in the path of the detonation. Water welled, compacting, folding, churning inward on itself until becoming...

The Sea Tower | Chapter 11

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The Catch To the eyes of the enemy, the sudden appearance of a flaming carriage onshore was not a subject of import. It was as interesting as any other burning object, of which there were many; which is to say, not at all. Nobody second-guessed its appearance, nor gave it a second look. However, upon closer inspection, one might question how a horseless carriage was being propelled. Even in a...

The Sea Tower | Chapter 10

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Barracuda’s Garrison Jacobi hit the deck when the enemy opened fire, taking refuge behind one of the hastily constructed fortifications the company had erected along the docks. More barricades were still being erected along the coast. The first shots struck wide of their position, hammering the surrounding berg outside the base while only minimally strafing the base itself. The township suffered...

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