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Author: Guede Mazaka
Feedback: If you actually think this is worth it…
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: For circe_tigana's 882 Pieces for the Heathen Gods Challenge.
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Ridden with pox, scourged by guns, they're few but enough. They remember the old ways.
She's sat at her grandfather's feet and heard the tale till she dreams them. When she sees the man, scarecrow in draggled lace, clinking them down, it seems natural as breathing to take over the mug and come back with a handful. She means to scatter them before the monuments of her ancestors.
Two years later, he and his crew catch her high in the mountains. By the sunset, the rock is red with blood and the curse lies more heavily on them than before.
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