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The Splinter War
Author: Beo
last update2025-08-26 21:35:41

The haze didn’t wait.

It struck at dawn, the same hour Jason’s own people were tearing themselves apart. One heartbeat, the square was filled with voices arguing over the boy; the next, shadows stretched across the barricades, long and jagged, as doubles rose from the mist like broken reflections.

The Wing didn’t move as one. They couldn’t.

***

Splinters

The first shots weren’t at the haze.

A rifle cracked from the left flank, but the barrel wasn’t pointed outward — it swung inward, toward the soldier who had sworn his brother’s laugh. Another shot answered, this one aimed at the refugee clinging to his lullaby.

In seconds, the camp split. Anchors had divided them more than hunger or fear ever could. Each oath felt like a blade pressed to another’s throat.

Jason threw himself between the factions, but his voice was drowned by the weave’s resonance. The net wasn’t amplifying unity anymore — it was magnifying fracture.

Song against blood. Lullaby against laughter. Birth against milk.

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