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“Have you ever been on a bounty before?” “No.” I pulled at the collar of my gambeson, the sheep’s wool sweltering in the heat. “Got any...

I whipped through a copse of decades old trees, allowing the air to carry me along through their swaying branches and rustling leaves....

“C'mon. You expect me to believe that load of milgak?” The Skiidarian's mandibles parted in his species' creepily threatening equivalent...

When I woke up that morning, the first sign that something was off was that I still had all my covers. I slowly raised my aching head...