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I could see him at the end of the cul-de-sac, dark green shell accented with gold, motionless on the grey asphalt. Why aren’t you moving? Then I saw the flies massing, a horde around him, assaulting his keep from every angle, swarm penetrating every opening. The domed ceiling of his miniature fortress was cracked. Where is all the blood? Greenish goo spilled. Another foot and you would’ve been just fine. The domed keep proven useless against the might of such an enemy, the last and greatest enemy. Bastards. Not greatest—it was the weight, not the speed, that defeated him. An unstoppable force meeting a not-so-immovable object. Usurpers. Those little fortress walls held fast against the jaws of foxes prowling the night, fended off the fangs of serpents sliding through the grass, the talons of hawks swooping down from the sun—only to be broken down by the battering ram of human innovation. Destroyers. His head, peeking out from beneath the hood of his fastness, was shadowed from the dying light, shining black eyes looking out at the shaded sylvan sanctum. Us. Looking out but not seeing. Another foot farther and you’ll be just fine. Not anymore. We did this. I did this.

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I could see him at the end of the cul-de-sac, dark green shell accented with gold, motionless on the grey asphalt. Why aren’t you moving? Then I saw the flies massing, a horde around him, assaulting his keep from every angle, swarm penetrating every opening. The domed ceiling of his miniature fortress was cracked. Where is all the blood? Greenish goo spilled. Another foot and you would’ve been just fine. The domed keep proven useless against the might of such an enemy, the last and greatest enemy. Bastards. Not greatest—it was the weight, not the speed, that defeated him. An unstoppable force meeting a not-so-immovable object. Usurpers. Those little fortress walls held fast against the jaws of foxes prowling the night, fended off the fangs of serpents sliding through the grass, the talons of hawks swooping down from the sun—only to be broken down by the battering ram of human innovation. Destroyers. His head, peeking out from beneath the hood of his fastness, was shadowed from the dying light, shining black eyes looking out at the shaded sylvan sanctum. Us. Looking out but not seeing. Another foot farther and you’ll be just fine. Not anymore. We did this. I did this.