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The feathers were like motes of dust in the sunlight; the wind that blew away whatever had been left of structure, flapped our coats, tied perfect knots in our hair, it gathered up the down and pins and whorled them … Continue reading →

It was the captain who noticed the significance of the feathers first — the children were simply busy playing with them, while some of the followers gathered up the downy ones and stuffed them into sacks. It walked with us, … Continue reading →

The creature was a fascination; the captain hadn’t come back in hours and no one had thought to call out. When our band crested the ridge, the few children left to us ran down the muddied, rocky slope, heedless of … Continue reading →

In the aftermath, there were those who uncovered the dead, and those who buried them. There were no services, no names, and no mark-stones. No one would look upon the fields sown with blood and ash. We were wide-eyed under … Continue reading →