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[Fiction] Eleven Days in the Valley, Chapter 7

Vestay 17, 642

Much of the day passes uneventfully. Gina wakes us up before dawn when she has a nightmare and screams in her sleep, but other than that not a whole lot happens. Haran spends the morning and most of the afternoon shut up in the outpost’s shrine, communing with the gods. Based on Arenaria’s rather unflattering description of the process, I imagine him drooling on the floor with his pupils the size of dimes. I try exploring the outpost some more to pass the time, but it does little to help me relax. When I give up on that I hang out in the barracks, with Janusz telling us stories of his more exciting experiences as a combat photographer. He speaks in Andrish for my benefit while Gina quietly translates his words into Tenrec for her father, but I’m so tense I feel like I miss half of the stories. I can’t exactly say I’m in the mood right now for stories about being trapped in a hotel by snipers or being chased down the street by angry mobs anyway.

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[Fiction] Eleven Days in the Valley, Chapter 6

I’m sitting in my bunk looking over my notes so far and listening to Arenaria play a nonsense tune on her jongo when we hear a sudden burst of gunfire. Everyone’s head snaps up and turns toward the sound, but we soon relax when silence returns to the jungle outside. Gina lies back down and mutters something in Tenrec as she turns onto her side, while Arenaria resumes her noodling. Ulonan is sitting on the bunk next to Gina’s sharpening his knife, while up above me Janusz clicks and taps away at his laptop.

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