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10
Dog Days

Summer rose in sheets of rage. From the wharf to The Bottle – all through the Row – patrols doubled, yet violence struck like forked lightning, like a drunken monkey: here, there – wherever.

Violins blaze at wakes; each night's a Bloodmoon. Northmen girls like Thrasja walk with friends, not to be the next revenge; Haradrim women hole up under lock. All men go about unfriendly. Ranilo lets the guardsmen in.

Audaliufs goes quietly mornings, wary and afraid. The parfumière smiles sadly, gives him a bottle – “For my love.”

Her Northman lover pays a copper, sighs: “Pendant's swinging, lad. Pray Haurnja for rain!”

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Prompt: bottle, wharf, violin, moon, monkey, fork, hole, lock, sheet, pendant

A/N: "Haurnja" is "hornblower," and an analogue to the Éorlingas' Béma.


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