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The maid is walking from one corner to another, carrying a sheet. The smith’s wife is pressing her ear to the door, listening in vain for the sound of footsteps through the storm. The official is huddled near a stove, looking sour. The monk is sitting at the table, scribbling something in the margins of his bible. The time traveler is sitting in the corner, reading an old book. “–And I told him not to go out, but where is the man now? Out there someplace. I’m ready to bar the door– ” The smith’s wife was cut off by a burst of thunder. “That’s the Lord tellin ye to quit yer bellyachi

We leaped from the dropship onto the battlefield, feeling the shock in our bones as we hit the ground. The ship's engines created swirling vortexes of sand that surrounded us like a storm and dug into our equipment. An unearthly resonance emanated from the enemy citadel as its laser defense system lit up and rent the night asunder, blowing apart the dropship like a needle piercing the membrane of a balloon, making dust of the loose debris that was dancing through the air---and then faded into nothingness, like a coin falling down a deep well. The only object receiving my attention was my plasma rifle which was aimed at an enemy soldier like

Snow in the city–  She puts on the coat he bought  To feel his embrace.

Invigorated,  The world casts off its blanket.  Green buds greet the sun.

Gusts of wind lumbered down the promenade of the God-King and died at his feet. The colossus of Ozymandias, king of kings, towered above me. I sat cross-legged on the great dais, staring into his monstrous shape, pen and papyrus in my hands. Though I saw to its construction, it was still terrifying, so like the pyramids in fearful symmetry. Footsteps broke my concentration. Someone was climbing the dais. I didn't turn around. I heard only ten steps, but the stairway clearly had fifteen, carved from stone, as the king has demanded. But I listened, and only ten steps were taken. This bothered me. I looked, and my jaw went slack. The person