![]() Looked out into the first darkness of night. I’d been hurtled out of between, thrown out like something distasteful or wrong. My lungs burned for air and my body stretched and pulled like a rubber band with no substance beyond the sound that felt like the end of sanity.Īnd then I slammed into the ground so hard whatever breath was left in my lungs was crushed out of me. ![]() And until I was in the nothingness, I realized I hadn’t chosen when to land. ![]() I’d barely even finished the spiral before I felt a pull between that forced me out of the moment. It was Ringo under the executioner’s hood, holding a sword over me. The hum and glow of the spiral I’d nearly finished wouldn’t save me this time. The hooded executioner stood ready to swing. ![]() The voice came from far away, and I thought, idly, that Lord Brydges had finally grown a pair. “Stop! Stop! There will be no killing today!” He raised the sword with both hands, and for a moment I thought Ringo was dead and the executioner was going to finish his job. The third and final explosion filled the green, and the executioner climbed back up onto the scaffold, his giant, deadly sword in hand.
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