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"And on that day, I will be here to turn you back. This truce will stand, this war is over, whether you wish it or not." I approached the god-post and jammed my blade into the wood just below the loathsome face that peered back at me.
"You are released, little god," I said. The light in the gods eyes guttered and died. The skin wilted, sagged, and slid from the post, falling into the dirt at my feet. I stared at the wooden face of my father, now revealed once more, and said a prayer to no one for him, for already the presence of this world's gods had departed. They would honor the truce, for now.
I burned my father that same evening, a funeral pyre for the one who had raised me and taught me. I erected a message post as promised followed by a second post to memorialize all those who had died in this conflict, both human and divine.
Then, with great weariness, I turned to the porch of the only home I had ever known and sat on the stoop, watching until the last of the day's light had faded from the sky.
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End of a series. I never expected it to turn into this, but I hope everyone enjoyed it. I think I'm going to take the whole thing and piece it together into a single document, with some revisions and expansion, and release it as an ebook for anyone interested. If you are, let me know here or message me privately, and once I have the final format ready, I'll make sure you get a copy.
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"This is truce by ultimatum," the god sneered.
"It is," I agreed. "But it is a truce, nonetheless. …Message Post
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