Tales of the Convenant, Finale

stegra complained, holding up her slice on a fork. "and you can tell how?" queenie laughed. "it's got that silicon-y aftertaste,that's how." stegra told her. "put some salt on it and you can't tell at all!"

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Not Quite Home

**NOT QUITE HOME** _Killing comes so easily to my kind. To us predators. It's like... a muscle reflex. Unthinking. Natural. As simple as the flow of the river._ _So why can't I do this? Why can't I do what was so easy? End a life?_ ...

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