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Writer's pictureShane Gannaway

3/8/2024

Brittle knights be damned. Those no-town scum could carry

on across Great Town for all they wanted, so long as Balkey 

was kept a chain’s length away, and they didn’t start any fishy

business. But this here: escorting fresh dolls from the frontline

about the city in naked daylight. It smelled something awful

to Balkey. He thought he’d need answers cuz his eyes were 

telling him stories and mysteries. It ran in the family. He tailed 

the two Pin guards and floated through the crowd behind

them like a dirt mote. 

Two Pinnys and five Rags from the front. Yesterday they 

had seven of them dolls total. Balkey were no good at math,

but he could count as well as any goon from the gutter. Pah.

Almost all of them, the Pin guards had. A stiff breeze blew.

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