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Feathers in her head-dress. That’s what I remember. She shouldn’t have worn them.
They amplified her trembling and advertised her nervousness. I wouldn’t have had any idea otherwise.
I remember the afternoon not long after that I made a sharp point of retribution.
I stood in the sun on the dirt floor of the courtyard, looking down at the red mess soaking into the sand and the twinned furrows leading away from it.
The body had been removed and still I stood staring.
The dogs of the market did the rest. A half-hour of rain and no one would even suspect that someone had been murdered there.
It made me wonder, in the way that all puppets wonder, about the number of men that may have stood exactly where I stood with similar blood on their blades.
No one told. I left the city. I wasn’t able to drown the memory with drink so I turned mercenary.
I can’t name the number of people that I’ve killed since then and still, those shaking feathers are all I see when I close my eyes.
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They amplified her trembling and advertised her nervousness. I wouldn’t have had any idea otherwise.
I remember the afternoon not long after that I made a sharp point of retribution.
I stood in the sun on the dirt floor of the courtyard, looking down at the red mess soaking into the sand and the twinned furrows leading away from it.
The body had been removed and still I stood staring.
The dogs of the market did the rest. A half-hour of rain and no one would even suspect that someone had been murdered there.
It made me wonder, in the way that all puppets wonder, about the number of men that may have stood exactly where I stood with similar blood on their blades.
No one told. I left the city. I wasn’t able to drown the memory with drink so I turned mercenary.
I can’t name the number of people that I’ve killed since then and still, those shaking feathers are all I see when I close my eyes.
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