Tuesday, May 19, 2009

A Bit of Fiction

Four more years and I'll be out of slavery. I look out at the black
obelisks lining the palace wall and that blasted massive statue the
Mindat left in the harbour, and I wonder if the "New Days of the
Heteri Kings" are any better than the old regime. At least I don't
have to listen to any crazy-hatted mystics bleating on about with
lectures from the White Book. Once a month, my debtmaster lets me
head into Dunzeldaryn - in exchange for attending the orgies at his
temple, he's knocking a month off my term. Not a bad trade, I wager -
The incense doesn't burn my eyes as much, but I doubt the scars on my
chest will ever fade away.

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