Coralville Public Library's Teen Zine
Matter of Thyme by Vlork
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Sergeant Wrent, of the Krelle Night Guard, was on
duty at the gates of the city, in pouring rain at three o’clock in
the morning. He wiped the rain out of his eyes, and turned to
Corporal Plord, who was sitting in the meager shelter offered by an
overhanging alcove.
“It’s about time we closed the gates and went home, Corporal. No
one’s going to invade the city tonight,” he said, yawning.
“Yeah, let’s go, Sarge.” the corporal replied. He paused, glanced at
the open gate and blinked. “Wait a moment, who’s that?”
“What? I don’t see anything.”
“Yeah. Never mind.” Corporal Plord blinked and rubbed his eyes. “I
need some sleep.” He yawned.
A tall figure, clad in a black cloak, slipped through the closing
gate, unseen.
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