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In the Service of Impersonal Gods (Part Six)

(If you are new to the story please check out part one here!) His hands were stained in crimson. Yakov had washed and washed, but though the blood was long removed from his skin, the colour still remained, if only … Continue reading

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In the Service of Impersonal Gods (Part Five)

(If you are new to the story please check out part one here!) It was raining in the aptly named Executioner’s Square when the prisoner was dragged into its centre. On sunnier days the streets would be teeming with people, … Continue reading

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In the Service of Impersonal Gods (Part Four)

They walked for two hours, through winding streets and darkened passages that even Yakov had not known existed, until finally they reached their destination. It was a rundown building, non-specific in appearance save for that it was, in comparison to … Continue reading

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In the Service of Impersonal Gods (Part Three)

When the interrogation started, Yakov kept his mouth firmly closed. He was grateful for the guard’s apparent kindness, but still he did not trust him. Guards were the enemy, and besides Yakov was no snitch. He knew what the gangers … Continue reading

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In the Service of Impersonal Gods (Part Two)

Yakov awoke to the smell of burning. Immediately his survival instincts kicked in and he forced himself up from the floor. As he tried to turn his head to scan for danger a spark of pain raced through his body. … Continue reading

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In the Service of Impersonal Gods (Part One)

‘You know, we are like brothers.’ Mikhail’s words were quiet, and his body language deceptively calm, but there was something in the way he moved around the room that hinted more heavily at his true intentions. He was like a … Continue reading

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