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Generous Considerations

Who wants to be regarded unfeeling and selfish? I won’t say it’s all a band-wagon effect, but there is a ton of stuff about aiding the Haitians on blogs and news sites. I will say far, far too many of … Continue reading

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We Are Not In This Together

The first and most important signal of impending oppression is alienation from the enforcers. To the degree you find yourself in a community where the police tend to view citizens as the enemy, you are in a police state. It … Continue reading

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The Recruiters, Part 3: No Secrets

As with all things on Misty, it amused Fortis the odd mixture of simplicity and complexity which characterized the small dining room. While the wood was always the finest quality, the design of things might be entirely rustic. Eating was … Continue reading

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From Mists to Mysts, Part 15: Prisons of the Soul

George returned shortly, and Fortis gave him a digest of the conversation. George closed his eyes, hugging himself, dropping his chin against his chest. After a few moments, he opened his eyes, moved his hands together and clasped them in … Continue reading

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From Mists to Mysts, Part 11: Safe Danger

Fortis decided he really liked hammocks. It was hard to get out of it, but not because of the design. It was simply very comfortable on his aching muscles. The long nap after they first stopped and set up the … Continue reading

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From Mists to Mysts, Part 10: Predators

Because the woodsmen were generally large, and their ax heads narrower and thicker, Fortis had little trouble distinguishing his guide once they were out from under the awning. The warder was an aged man. He was yawning and stretching under … Continue reading

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From Mists to Mysts, Part 9: Confusion

They went back to the tea tent. After a solid lunch of stew, pan bread and berries, the man behind the counter brought out a cloth bag filled with various sized bulges. George pulled from his robe a similar bag … Continue reading

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From Mists to Mysts, Part 8: Stable Flux

Eventually, Fortis rose to his feet and wandered to the doorway of the tent. George was standing, almost blocking the doorway. Between the half-open curtains, just over George’s shoulder, Fortis spotted the clan banner. When they marched inland, they left … Continue reading

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From Mists to Mysts, Part 6: Subterfuge

He was running through the forest, ducking under limbs, darting through underbrush, jumping over fallen logs. They were behind him and gaining. In a small clearing, he spotted a tiny hut. He ran inside and closed the door firmly behind … Continue reading

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From Mists to Mysts, Part 5: The Long Short Way

Fortis tried on his backpack, then they piled everything in a corner near the door. George shrugged out of his weapon harness and placed it on top of the pile. He turned to Fortis. “Hungry?” Francis hurried past them into … Continue reading

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