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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2017 3:48 pm
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The soldiers are still there, ready as if to protect their queen, and the workers watch from the paths they have carved.
In the shadows, pincers click (the sound is familiar), and there is a glint of light that hits the Queen's eyes just right to let one know that she is there.
Just out of sight.
When the voice speaks, familiar, it brings forth the sensations as it did long ago: wet earth, soft soil, the smell of wood. What is different is that hunger is not there, instead there is-
Wariness. Accusation.
You remember us now.
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