"Make art out of it for all I care."
The foot-and-a-half bomb had been cored like an apple and was again just a shell.
Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
Dooooooozght. The body barely jerked and slumped down against the compound wall he'd been guarding. Doooooooozght. Another body did...
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