Where, What, and How?Jace kicked the dirt beneath his feet as he walked, watching the small pebbles roll across the path. His hands were warm, when he kept them in his pockets, and his lungs didn't feel full of ice, so long as his veins were full of the drug.He had never heard of it before. There was something in it- something he couldn't name. He had tried so many- everything from simple weed to crystal. He liked them all, some more than others.But none of them were like this.Jace had met the man in the alley, not even catching his name before the brown, crumbling product was in his hands. It tasted off; like molding bread someone tried to salvage by drown
LearningFenris stared down at his hands. White lines... were they normal to have? They were fresh and even without joining the other slaves in the rigorous training he knew he would be taking part in soon, the skin broke easily and bled profusely. More trips to the damn apothecary, more scolding from master. He focused his gaze out to the courtyard; the bench he sat on gave perfect view of the two slaves currently fighting.He had a name. Fenris. Outside of that, all he knew was the swing of a sword, the feeling of cold steel and warm blood against flesh, the crunching of bone and the screams that followed. He observed all of those things now, watch
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