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Mist

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He let the fisherman wander off, instead himself wandering toward the pier’s edge, and coming to it, sat himself to stare out into the bay. The grey mists, coiling in interwoven patterns, their slow waning and waxing as the breeze blew, hiding then revealing the ever present features of this cove. And always the dark, near black waters, the ancient eternal sea, reached as far as the mists would show, always ready to present its eternal mystery, its unsearchable deepness. It is to say he could not help but let his mind return to his youth aboard the Sisyphus, the zombies, Captain, the blood, and the cross he’d stolen so many years ago.

The ungraceful, booted steps of the soldiers approached, marching with a drummer boy beside. Turning, the lean figure broke from his sour musings, his black clothes, damp from the ocean spray, clinging to him like a second skin, and faced his pursuers.

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CHECK OUT THE OTHER PARTS:

By The Sword
Part   1: How it Began
Part   2: Questions
Part   3: The Blackness of the Sea
Part   4: Locks
Part   5: Out of Time
Part   6: Ariesland
Part   7: Shadow of the Sisyphus
Part   8: Swords
Part   9: The Eagle and the Lamb
Part 10: Confession
Part 11: Compiler’s Note
Part 12: Sermon on a Mount
Part 13: The Pier
Part 14: Mist