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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [open]  The Death of Blood
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    Sickness had spread through her line like a brushfire - fast and deadly. They laid there, waiting to pass. Mares, stallions, all of her line had mysteriously fallen prey to an illness they would not weather through for survival. They shared a knowing smile, and as they died those who were observant would see their forms all fade into the sand, as if they never existed.

    (AKA due to my hiatus I have decided to kill all of my characters off so I can start anew.)
    Holding Out on Grades
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