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walking down the street you could smell the petrichor. the mist was low tonight, hugging the cobblestone you could just barely see the reflection of the moonlight off the street. the chill in the air was almost rolling from the dirty windows of the stores lining the street. the dim orange of the candles through gritty window frames made the silhouettes of the trinkets in the stores seem almost enticing.    the echo of my boots on the road made it abundantly clear that it was late, I'm not entirely sure what time it is. the constables are doing their patrols so it must be near morning. a constable on horseback strides from behind and slows h

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the jackal, the wolf, and the witch

well, today couldn't get any worse. i have to walk all the way down the bloody cell-block to meet with the general. on top of that, half of these guys hate us. at least lykan's here, i always feel safe around him.   it was so unnerving, i could hear the clomping of my boots on the cell-block, the echo and low light made me feel uneasy. then a scraping noise came from my left, followed by the smell of burning hair. i turned and there he was, the head of a jackal, and the body of a man. he was dressed in a orange jumpsuit complete with handcuffs. he was scraping the handcuffs on the plate glass wall. then he spoke. he sounded like he

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walking down the street you could smell the petrichor. the mist was low tonight, hugging the cobblestone you could just barely see the reflection of the moonlight off the street. the chill in the air was almost rolling from the dirty windows of the stores lining the street. the dim orange of the candles through gritty window frames made the silhouettes of the trinkets in the stores seem almost enticing.    the echo of my boots on the road made it abundantly clear that it was late, I'm not entirely sure what time it is. the constables are doing their patrols so it must be near morning. a constable on horseback strides from behind and slows h

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