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This Is How You Lose the Time War
Saved by nick and
Thus we braid Strand 6 to Strand 9, and our glorious crystal future shines so bright I gotta wear shades, as the prophets say.
Two great empires broke themselves here, each a reef to the other’s hull.
(Adventure works in any strand—it calls to those who care more for living than for their lives.) They
I love you. I love you. I love you. I’ll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You’ll never see, but you will know. I’ll be all the poets, I’ll kill them all and take each one’s place in turn, and every time love’s written in all the strands it will be to you.
It feels harder to write than it should. It feels easier to write than it should, as well.
One spared life might be worth more to the other side than all the blood that stained Red’s hands today. A fugitive becomes a queen or a scientist or, worse, a poet.
The sun set. The stars rose. (They are a rose, right? Or something? Dante said that.)
I love you. If you’ve come this far, that’s all I can say. I love you and I love you and I love you, on battlefields, in shadows, in fading ink, on cold ice splashed with the blood of seals. In the rings of trees. In the wreckage of a planet crumbling to space. In bubbling water. In bee stings and dragonfly wings, in stars. In the depths of lonely
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