Today I read:

I was slain by my foe, a smaller man, as I fled the field. Though my head was not recovered my body was sent back to the village. My mother recognised the purple birthmark upon my shoulder, but she refused me. This could not be her son she said, with his wounds to his back.

— Martyn Murphy, “A Warrior’s Heyday,” in Fractured West

Oh, man, this story.  This story this story this story.  Thanks, LiAnn, for sharing!


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