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The Duelist. Top Story - November 2025.
The rays of a dying red sun flashed against the onrushing blade. The grey beards say the key to dueling lies in size, speed, reach, righteous fury, whatever the person in front of them pays them to say. Matteo knew better than any it was none of these and had an undefeated record on these sands to prove it.
By Matthew J. Fromm9 days ago in Fiction
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The city of Orizon was a marvel of the 24th century. It was a vertical spire of silver and light that pierced the clouds, powered by the constant vibration of the atmosphere. Inside, everything was synthetic. The walls were made of self-healing polymers, the air was scrubbed to a perfect clinical scent, and the food was printed in 3D blocks of nutrient-dense protein. To the citizens of Orizon, "nature" was a high-resolution simulation you could project onto your bedroom walls if you were feeling nostalgic for a history you never lived.
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Ok fine...
“Why are you saying that? He hates you, and she hates you worse!” “But for what right? Did I ever do anything to them? What true cause did they have for hating me and for what? Breathing? Being alive? Seriously, did I ever embarrass them publicly just to be vindictive or mean, or did I just sit there still and silent? They made it into a public court record and spectacle.”
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