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Riley’s Game
Under a milky white sky, countless blue-green fronds reached up from marshy soil, their tall tops swaying in the humid breeze, shuddering and twitching toward the low clouds like fingertips that beckoned noiselessly, “Come hither.”
The War Goes On
Kael wondered why cracking the cube didn’t make him more happy. It had only cost a few good men. There’d be more bloodshed, but that was alright. A good war was better than a bad peace. God knew he’d probably be following the others soon enough. But there was one question he’d never really asked himself: What did victory look like?
Piper
For once, it worried Francis that he could not hear the machines’ harsh heckling, nor feel the heavy tread of the battle rig that sent its own tremors through the ground as it strode. He began pacing the room; a habit of his. He knew he should stand still. His left knee was bad, and he’d pushed it too far today, down in the caves. If the rig were coming back, he’d feel its heavy tread through the floor.