Tag: Issue 70
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The Work to Which I Put My Hands
by Mary Alexandra Agner in Issue 70, November 2017 The fires under my skin burn less and the tightness eases out of my sternum as I walk. Hisra and Fre, the mother goddesses, are making it clear I am moving in the right direction: toward the mesa in my visions from Hisra, straight through the…
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Out of Dijau
by A. S. Alexander in Issue 70, November 2017 The tall grass was like a field of knives, marking Nnene’s dark skin red. There was no time to worry about such things, though. Things would be much worse if she did not keep moving. Despite the danger they brought, she did not hate the centaurs. It…