confusion as we descended on them. I drew back and threw my spear, watching it sail effortlessly through the chilly morning air, the tip landing firmly in the chest of a shrieking man, his horrible screams turning into blood dampened choking.

I grabbed the cudgel I had strapped to my waist and brought it down on the dying man’s head, feeling the crack of his bones vibrate through my arm. His eyes caught mine for a moment before he died and I could see the memories cleanse themselves from his spirit as he went to inhabit another body, emptied of all reminiscence.

Teklep held his spear, jabbing it repeatedly into the back of an old woman. He straddled her flailing body, dropping to his knees and unsheathing the obsidian knife, using it to remove a strip of the screaming woman’s back. He bi...

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