Battlefield

 

 

She

un-

corked

him at

the neck,

and watched the

claret wine gargle and

cascade downwards -at first

a torrent, then a trickle, until the

source ran dry. She wiped the edge

of her blade on her hem and staggered

forward, looking for another bottle to open.

 

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