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Everyday Drabbles #643: The Pillar

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The herder saw lightning on the horizon. A storm was coming fast. There wasn’t time to find shelter. She’d have to trust in the mercy of the plains.
The strange pillars of light dated the plains, glowing brightly in the darkening afternoon. Her people knew almost nothing about them, but they were always ringed by clear sky, no matter the weather.
She pressed the protesting cows closer and huddled with them. Fierce wind and rain lashed at them, but they held firm.
After the storm passed, she got them moving again. The pillars were mysterious, but hungry mouths couldn’t wait.

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Everyday Drabbles #639: The Priestess

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The Priestess stands at the door of her church and looks out at the frozen wasteland. Something evil is coming.
The things that prowl the barren fields will not come near holy ground, but the church, rebuilt from the ruins, is made to withstand more human dangers. She reaches for a spiked timber and remembers first awakening to the call, before the end of the world.
If she had worked harder, could she have prevented all this?
She locks the defenses into place reminds herself that regrets are wasted energy. Raiders are coming, and they must prepare for a siege.

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