IT IS A PERIOD OF VIOLENCE. The evil empire wages a retaliatory war in the galaxy's periphary, and its soldiers' most-requested holo-story is that which tells the tale of bounty-hunting brothers, Jedi and Sith, muscle ships and hot twi'lek babes.
Petronia has not been invited to the festivities at the Château de Lioncourt.
Young Richard looks too deeply into the workings of chance.
Horatio performs one last labor, and considers what's set before him.
The prince has an admirer, and Horatio has a problem.
Hence the great darkness of philosophers who have looked for a complete building in a ruin.
Marty Hart accidentally acquires the valuable philosophical insights of Rust Cohle, boy detective.
After the long ride from Flint, Richard takes stock of himself.
In a dead man's house, they are in a room full of dead women's brains.
They were old stones, the stones that buried Leporino, the boundary markers of a rustic edifice or a low wall. They might have tumbled down the ravine under the weight of last winter’s snow, or at an unlucky push.
(Written for cygnes and the prompt: the secret history au where it's a jacobean revenge tragedy.)
There were others before her, of course.
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