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The air was still as glass, and it seemed to Marsha that it was just as fragile.  she dipped her feet in the cool stream she had taken a rest by.  The air was stale and sticky.  Marsha had been walking all day under the angry sun and needed a break.  She rested her sword beside her leg and shrugged off her tunic, revealing a body sculped by years of mercenary fighting as well as daggers that were hidden in a complex system of braces and ties. She was a spy for the most part, but often as not, she was hired for her skills alone.  She knew how to use her sword so well she didn't have to watch, but even unarmed she knew 50 ways to kill a man, m

The heavy pelts of dust hung in the darkness coating every crevice in shadow. We danced to the howling winds and sang our nightmare songs to the full and bloated moon that hung in the ink black sky My blood sang to the moon hanging like a ball of ice in the sky and my skin didn't feel the ice in the wind The bats fluttered in our songs and we ran in the heady darkness into the shadows The winter blows icy wind but our pelts shine in the light of the moon, the howl of the were-songs bouncing off the mid-night sky. I ran with you in the darkness. I ran with you in th shadow Our bodies left no shadow As we danced through curta