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  1. Public Bookmark 17

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    LINK: Have you ever died before?

    THE CONSTRUCT: I am a construct, Link. We are not born, and we cannot die.

    [The campfire whimpers and sputters. They both turn to stare at the empty husk of another deceased construct rotting nearby.]

    THE CONSTRUCT WHO IS NOT BORN AND CANNOT DIE: …we cannot die in the same way our creators did.

    LINK: But surely it must be similar.

    THE CONSTRUCT: I wouldn’t know. Can a machine die like a heart stops beating?

    [Xenomelia (“foreign limb syndrome,” previously known as Body Integrity Identity Disorder (BIID)): A psychological disorder characterized by the non-acceptance of one or more of one’s own extremities and the resulting desire for elective limb amputation or paralysis]

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    12 Jul 2025

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    Feels like putting my head in a microwave. Peak.

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    And then she felt Seth’s head heavy on her left shoulder and neck, and for a moment -- one absurd and fleeting moment -- she thought he was kissing her.

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  3. Public Bookmark 11

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    “Hey,” she turns, and Link’s crouched again, a gleaming pile of shells cradled in his lap, one hand in the water. “Happy birthday.”

    He pauses, and gives a stare. “It's not my birthday.”

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    01 Oct 2024

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    “Will you kill him—your brother?”

    “If I see him,” Mercedes said. “And he won’t hesitate to kill me. He’s a good soldier.”

    Their march approached a forest and Linhardt’s beloved white clouds were obscured by the thick canopy. “I don’t know about you, but I’m sick to death of good soldiers.”

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    Linhardt's always hated ghosts.

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    Deimne, Dalvin, and Tristan get wind of a plan to capture the stronghold of Miletos with minimal casualties. The downside of this plan may be more than they're willing to live with. What will a trio of perfectly ordinary boys do at this turning point of a holy war? More specifically, what is a child ardent for some desperate glory to do with the chance given him?

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    04 Apr 2024