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Only madness remains...5 Liters
"The man still laying on his bedroll takes notice and begins speaking, not yelling for his fellows or trying to warn them, just busily begging for his own life. He starts inching away from Garrett while putting his hands up defensively. “Oh god, please no. I’m so sick, I ain’t a problem for you, please…”
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A woman laughs…5 liters...

"It’s an awful sound, a thing entirely devoid of mirth. Nowhere near the heartfelt omnipresence of a witch’s cackle and nothing like the innocent laughter of a girl stumbling her way into womanhood. Garrett jumps at the sound and he considers and then reconsiders the woman resting nearby. He listens carefully and he hears Gris using a voice...
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"Lucan laughed again, catching himself in a coughing fit as he did so. “You’ve kept me here for three days. Clinging to life, holding onto it for me with both hands. Feeding me forbidden fruits and boiled snow. I told you weeks ago, there’s something wrong with me and I know it. I’ve been misfiring from the neck up for years now...
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Lie for a living...5 liters...

"Lucan didn’t cough, or wheeze, or waver in the least. His hand was steady and his finger found the trigger deftly. A face that was only moments ago wracked with sickness and unease, cleared with new found purpose as Lucan tested his voice and found it lacking."

"Lucan ran a bloated tongue over his teeth and found the...
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What will the kids say...5 liters...

“Those who drank it all up used to vacation in this stuff. Can you imagine it? They would drive their horseless carriages up into these mountains and pay large sums of their meaningless money to sleep in other people’s houses so that they could wake up early in the morning and strap thin lengths of lacquered wood...
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Can't hug a memory...5 liters...

“You really do believe your tribe is dead, don’t you?”

"Garrett positions a piece of flank meat over the fire. “I try not to think about it, but yes, I know it in my bones.”

“You’ve been wrong before, often.”

"Garrett chuckles as he considers the dim light shining through the partially buried cabin window. “For...
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The Crone...5 liters

“You don’t even know me.”

"The old woman cackled then, a few dry barks that choked off in a spasm of coughs. “Sheriff’s whelp, teacher’s pet to the haughty dyke on her hill, apprentice to that miserly doctor until you couldn’t even hack that.”

"Garrett found himself more able to return the old woman’s hateful gaze...
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Barbarians...5 liters

"Garrett kept his back against the far wall while he waited for the big man to stop speaking. “I didn’t realize that the rules of civility were observed by barbarians?”

"Lucan waved away at Garrett’s words, he looked instead at Romus and his messy tables covered in equipment and medicinal needs. “Do you know what that word means, boy?”

“It...
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Dear God...5 liters...

"Was that the first act of cannibalism the village had ever seen? Maybe, but Garrett didn’t think so, what he knew at that moment was that it was certainly the most desperate case so far."

“God punishes us for the things that we cannot imagine.” Garrett whispered the words as he listened to the two women argue over how to...
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