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By the Sword:
Odd Reflections

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The pub had been overrun, transformed—perverted! Nuns moved like bees between the tables. The trio had walked into a sort of soup kitchen. Gone were the heavenly figures of young women wearing their loose blouses and carrying drinks in their soft hands; in their place were bowls of cheep gruel and modest virgins with unpainted faces.

“Mary!” she yelled, and one of the nuns’ heads popped up. Hurrying over, this living expression of joy came, almost leaping, toward Andrea. It was like a strange mirror to see those two sisters standing opposite each other, each dressed in black, each being about the same in height, weight, and figure, and yet, with one’s breasts covered and the other’s advertised, with one’s face set like cold stone and the other’s beaming with a nearly blinding happiness, they seemed so different while remaining the same; It was something like two musicians playing the same notes, only one had the idea that the tune was a sort of dirge, the other, a sort of celebration.

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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
Part 15: A Job
Part 16: Andrea
Part 17: Odd Reflections