02.12.10
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The old shaman looked down upon the village from his vantage point higher up the hill. He sighed at the sight of the people milling around. Not a soul there had seen less than 50 summers. The younger folk had been trickling out of the community for years, flocking to the city in search of … what? He did not know. None who had left had ever returned. Was that through choice, he wondered, or did the city lure them in only to lock its gates behind them?
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02.05.10
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He fed it human hearts, and freshly harvested ones at that. He hated getting them, but the alternative was unthinkable. Every time he was coming down from the high it gave him, his conscience would rear its weak head and he would be overcome with remorse. But as time drew him further away from its last feed, and his last high, he found himself feverish and thinking of the logistics again – how to get another heart for it without getting caught.
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01.29.10
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Cosmonauts Zheng, Masters and Collins looked in disbelief at the images from the satellites.
“This cannot be happening.”
“They’re… They’re…”
“… all gone.”
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01.22.10
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I have not seen a single living human for eight days now, in a city that used to house ten million. I wish I could say the same about dead ones, but one cannot escape the sight of the pyres piled high with plague victims. I will be joining them soon – this morning I felt in my legs the ache that presages the onset of the virus. In a matter of days I will implode. My bone marrow will mutate into an acid-like substance that will melt the rest of my organs, and I will join the amorphous corpses on the pyres.
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01.08.10
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Gaspard Daurenx, Vaultkeeper for the Liege, had been at his post since sundown, but it wasn’t until the last of the drunken revellers had begun to make their way home that he’d started to feel nervous. The Feast of Rosemonde had now ended, and it would not be long before d’Angerville showed up. Daurenx shivered – whether due to his ageing bones feeling the cold or because it was nearly time, he could not know. He was not proud of what he was about to do, but these were desperate times. He sighed; at least the night was as dark as it could be. He felt it fitting that the heavens would not be illuminating his act of treason.
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12.31.09
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Loki Treize had traveled a long way in both space and time to fullfil his mission – from his home planet millions of light years away to Old Earth, at a time a few centuries before he had been born. He had managed to escape his war-ravaged world in a stolen Chronambulist-10, and had landed in one piece on the mother planet. His mission was unsavoury, to say the least, but he knew there was no alternative. The boy could not be allowed to live.
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12.24.09
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The band were leaving the stage to loud applause from the crowd as Death walked unseen into the venue. He checked his diary: 11:03pm, Tony Evans, goatee beard, tattoos on forearms, black leather trousers and a Motorhead t-shirt. Death sighed; locating his latest charge in this crowd could take some time and it was already 11:02:49. Then he spotted a commotion near the bar: a body lay on the floor and two men were trying to resuscitate it while a third ran to get help. A soul hovered over the body, looking confused. Death berated himself for not being there in time to greet it. He rushed to the soul, knowing he’d never hear the end of it from the Big Man if he got there after the paramedics.
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12.18.09
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Her husband was coming home today, and joy mingled with apprehension in her thoughts. His letter, written on the hospital ward, had not been out of arm’s reach since it had arrived – she must have read it over a hundred times by now, almost not daring to believe that it was true. The war was over for him: a leg cut off at the knee had seen to that.
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12.11.09
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I was still dry-heaving when the police arrived at the scene. I didn’t think I’d be going for a run in this part of the woods again, somehow. The sun, still low in the east, was shining straight into my eyes, but this was preferable to looking in the other direction. Not that it would have made any difference – the image of the bludgeoned girl was plastered all over my mind’s eye and was unlikely to go away any time soon.
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12.04.09
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You must understand, I meant no harm. I was only trying to help. Really, when you think about it, our people are no worse off this way. We are effectively dead already, and have been ever since They came. Ever since They interfered with the Dreamers. Don’t look at me like that. You’d have done exactly the same thing if you’d had the opportunity. If you’d been the one to find the Dreamer They didn’t manage to kill. If your ears hadn’t already been shriveled and your fur turned coarse from living under the shadow Their world has cast upon ours.
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