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She had always liked candy. She loved the sweetness, the calm, pure joy that exploded across her tongue with each piece. It's why she kept a bowl of candy on her desk.
But, watching him stuff the fifth Jolly Rancher into his mouth, sticky green spit bursting from the corner of his mouth as he did so, and toss the wrapper onto her desk alongside the others made her want to dump the entire bowl into the garbage.
She was an attractive woman, I'll say that. She had long red hair that had subtle waves throughout. The fact that she was a human, well, that was okay. The thing I had against her, though, was the fact she was a paladin. And my warden. She would be the one to cut me down if I turned tail and ran for my life at any point once I had entered the Tomb of Acerak.
The new thought completely derailed his plans. What if he was playing directly into their hands? It was a set-up, surely. The Grandmaster had certainly thought of this rash course of action, had planned on it, even. He began to second guess himself, there on the rooftop, and wondered if he should give up the plan completely.
The statues were of two standing figures, each robed and hooded. The faces of these statues, like those of the rest of the statues in the graveyard, had their faces hidden in their cowls. It was keeping with tradition of his culture, that the face of the statues would not be visible, for if a stone face existed, a restless soul might become trapped in the human like figure.
The painting I had commissioned arrived at my doorstep the day I had been told to expect it. However, it was of the wrong subject. I had asked that the man, Arturo, to travel through the rainforest and paint a picture of the finest orchid he could find in the new world. Instead, he sent me back a painting of a horrible monkey with squinted eyes.
What is the measure of a man, he thought, as he looked up at the altar stone. The carved words upon them condemned him in Heaven's eyes, but he wondered if there was another test of a man's soul than strict adherence to the laws of Heaven. He wondered, he hoped, that his heart would be weighed.
"Our fates are our own," he said, shaking the chains of his manacles in front of him. "We may be prisoners here, but we are only held captive if we allow them to shackle our souls. That is why I will smile to the gallows."
I looked at him and wished I could have the same courage in the face of death.
The aura of the star was blue. It was blue enough to make me want to reach the edges and soar my cruiser through the ice crystals that hung in the vacuum surrounding it. But, the mission was too important. After this one run, this last run, I would owe nothing the the Allegiance and I would be free to explore the pockets of the galaxy.
The railway was supposed to be the greatest achievement of mankind. Stretching from Hong Kong to London, it crossed both the Pacific and Atlantic oceans. It stopped in Tokyo, Los Angeles, Chicago, New York, and Montreal. It was the pinnacle of what we could do when nationality and political allegiance didn't matter.
"Ugh, I did it wrong again," Melanie complained, reaching for the staple remover. "I stapled this packet wrong, too."
"Professor Ketron is going to be furious when he sees all those little holes," Abbey said, slamming her palm down on the red stapler on her desk. "You know how particular he is."
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