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Sacrifice by Audrey T. Carroll Picture the stars sent through electric whispers in the air to He-Who-Navigates-By-Cygnus and pray that she does not see the forbidden power, pray that she does not feel the crackle of life loosening like arrow to rotted trees. Struggle free of your bonds only for her to remain chained, blade against flesh, searing of a far-off chant. Know before action, see those final moments play in the mind's eye, motions slow before the monsoon, reassurance of her life against yours. Snap fingers, quake the Earth, and then nothingness as you empty, essence spilling into night's air, taken into clouds of frozen breaths, remembered on her lips. Gyroscope Review 29 !