Vincent leaned against the brickwork in the alleyway to the side of the downtrodden's headquarters. His mother's old jacket was too hot for the weather here, but wearing it made him feel calmer than the cheap vodka shot Nim had forced into his hand back inside, or the second hand cigarette smoke clouding the basement. … Continue reading Year 352 A.E., Rotation 53: Tired of Fighting →

It was early morning. Vincent and Sibri were up before the sun after Nim had woken them up on her way back from night watch. Sibri was sipping black coffee, and Vincent was trying to get through a mug of cream, sugar and just enough caffeine to make the world feel real again. It had … Continue reading Year 352 A.E., Rotation 52: A Hero, Not a Martyr →