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OF BATTLES PAST The night is warm and damp, heated by a summer clinging jealously to October. Lightning flickers a warning of the coming storm. Black branches sigh against the pewter sky, sensing the coming battle. Images catch and hold in my mind for the length of a heartbeat, and flutter on broken wings to the ground.

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