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The Injured Rest in Death

Smoke and clamor of battle surround. With a trembling hand, Talia wipes sooty sweat from her brow. This small moment earns her a slicing blow across the shoulders from the Underguard’s whip, “Move, you beast!”
She does.
With a groan, she lifts another pitch impregnated iron ball onto the trebuchet.
No sooner does she release the ammo into the bucket it’s lit on fire and launched with a twang of released energy.
The machine nearly takes her arm. The grey-haired slave working the torch leans close, “careful,”  she whispers through a mouth half sealed from a wicked burn. “There’s no rest for the injured. Work or die.”

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Medininkai Castle Siege
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Published by Bryan Aiello

Raised on Florida’s Gulf Coast, Bryan served in the Army, graduated from the University of South Florida and now calls Brooklyn home. For more of his fiction and updates on his podcasts, follow him on Twitter: @bryaiello and Reddit: /u/voyage_of_roadkill.

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