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sentry/century

the empire was born in a century of watchers, the watchers vanished shortly after. the empire reigns with the blessing of heaven, heaven glares with cloudless oppression. the empire conquered the last king, the last king reigned with the blessing of heaven, when the skies rained and rivers grew wellsprings. ~~ The watchers wore their…

how to kill a time lord

When the caricaurs went back to the lake the next dawn, I was so thirsty only the water concerned me. But they were hardly watching, just bringing me along like a pet or something, so when they set me down

a land of sulfur stone

Let go of me an inch, I’ll fall a mile. I want the sky to fling me wide open as a glitched witch’s sleep-bleary soul, pouring like a portal from the demon toll. Let me rumble the rift beneath earth skin, landscape shrub acne, river drool, put me down beneath the untamed wilds, hearts untethered,…

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