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As Above, So Below

The first edict nearly caused a riot. The second filled the streets – from Outwall Town to Violin Street to the Bottle – to unhappy, violent end. But law ruled: neither Northmen nor Haradrim worked docks.

Damn Valacar and Castamir, Ambarin thinks. Bloody high-born feuds! Six months of anger got desperate quick: Pelargir’s guardsmen feel a bad moon rising.

Giggling makes him turn to see some ‘wharf monkeys’ – Damn foreign insults! – throw stones at ships from behind posts, then dart away. The Row’s children, lately idled, daily wreak petty vengeances.

Little blighters, he curses grimly, giving chase, feeling all sliding towards blood…


Prompt: bottle, wharf, violin, moon, monkey

A/N: The dueling edicts scenario I'm drawing from "Descent." Hopefully, it still makes sense in compressed form.


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