Chapter 107
In the great vicinity of death,
Of blood, and of soil, the mind
Takes on harder features and darker colors.
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-- Ernest Junger, Der Arbeiter
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MIKHAIL
The dark gift whispers for me to hurry as I creep through the space between the olive camouflage tents and press my body against the dull green cloth, tucking my wings tightly against my back so the lizards won't see me as they rush by.
"C'mon, c'mon."
Where is my diversion?
A small, red puff of light flies into the air.
There. I see it. Pareesa has begun the chess game.
"Infantry!" A gruff voice barks over the loudspeaker. "Move into defensive positions. We now find ourselves under attack from the primitives."
They'll find out who is primitive, and it's not my fairy general!
I dart across the roadway which separat
