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XXXVI: The Last Leaf Falls
A line of gray rises from the woods, but smokeless chimneys draw him to the village. No guard walks the wall. The smithy forge has gone cold, and courtyard braziers full of wood stand without flame. Pigs slumber in their pen, tightly packed mounds unmoved by his investigation. Knocking on doors yields no one, so he sets off for home under the fading day. Along the main road, he spots the villagers filing down the ridge. Two-wheel carts break up their procession, pulled by young men and full of…-
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VI
Father’s owl mask watches him from the muddy shore, its top trim blackened by battle fire. Aedan’s snowy war prize comes to the water for a drink. She takes her fill before retreating to the grassy bank, where waterlogged cornflowers sate her hunger. Rain stings Aedan’s shoulders, a necessary hurt that washes away his warpaint and admonishes him for losing his fiercest bitches. He sits his bare ass into the pebbled rivulet and spreads his spindly legs. Within the V between his thighs, rushing…-
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V
The roar of wind-swept trees overcomes the drum of infantry boots. Night marches are perilous without a torch or stars. It is lonely work, and anxiety consumes the hours. No one speaks, not even to their horse. Skipio leads his scouting party ahead of the legions, and after a time, they find a marsh obstructing their path. Inside this wall of towering reeds and foxtail stalks, insects and amphibians cavort so wildly that they drown out his thundering heart. Water lies somewhere within the swaying…-
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IV
Haze blankets a sea that burns silver under the high sun. Shadows appear along the vanishing point, first five and then ten, until there are too many ships to count. Those fleeing the continent speak of Prince Mandubracius and his deal with the Roman battle king, Kaiser. Those fresh from the fight say warlord Dumnorix plans to sabotage the Roman battle king with a hidden armada. Alas, it’s now clear that Dumnorix is as dead as his ships, and Mandubracius comes home for his crown. Their driver…-
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III
Longhouses cover the white expanse. Half-built ships stretch for miles along the shoreline. The majestic forest is gone, its slenderest remains fueling barracks stoves, its thickest trunks the backbones for Caesar’s growing fleet of flat-bottom boats. Roman victory kills more than those on the battlefield. Like locusts, the legions consume everything. They slaughter livestock and leave those unfit for enslavement to starve. Decurion Servius marches through the snow, his furry boots crunching in the…-
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II
His life is defined by how much pain he brings his mother. Twenty-two years ago, she left her princely father’s house to live with a coastal druid named Fintan, who, for all his holistic prowess, never suspected her already caught. Her pains began on the autumnal, and her unborn babe insisted on coming out ass first. The old druidess tending the delivery cut her belly to liberate him, and Ciniod reminds her grown son of this trauma every time she must force a fart. Aedan the Ancalite is a bony sort…-
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I
His name is Lucius Skipio Servius, or Skipio to those who call him a friend. He stands taller than most with a robust physique, chiseled face, and a captivating mouth no man can resist. His shorn head gleams like ripe wheat, unlike his dark, verdant eyes that run deep like river moss. Vitus Servius is bald like his son. The stocky patrician owns a vast orchard in the northern mountainous frontier. It boasts a thriving walnut grove alongside its primary crop of apples and pears. Still, his only son…-
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First light in the peristyle finds a child raking at pale sand, freeing cat shit and whatever else the feline gremlins bury for safekeeping. The grand fountain churns softly, the villa’s groundsmen removing a sizable portion of its water after the first frost. Soon, they will drain it ahead of the first snow and fix an angled tarp over the open roof. Each accumulation, the groundsmen will cut the tarp’s sewn navel and drop snow into the fountain’s pool. Villa Servii contains two hemispheres,…
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XXXVII: The Drunken Bath
Crimson rivulets swirl into the grate, drinking the ritual’s bloody remains. Aedan empties another bucket of water over his head, then upends it atop his basted rags, a lopsided pile of pale red. Cardamon oil forms prismatic clouds upon the water’s skin, its heady scent filling the humid air. Of all the luxuries imposed while living among these wolves, he most enjoys their aromatic baths. The steamy pool lures him into its satiating embrace. Ears full of warmth, he surfaces so the chill can bite his…-
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Chapter
VII
Vibrant tunics litter the grasslands, their owners hacking away at the forest. Another group surrounds them, collecting newly cut trees and rolling them over a ribbed assembly of smaller logs. Workhorses form lines at the roping station, their twitchy legs eager to haul fresh timber to the carpenters near shore. For Skipio Servius, nothing matches a tree’s hardness against one’s ass when a climax comes. This river valley’s narrow trees make him long for the thick oaks of home, ageless alpine…-
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