MAPPING THE TERRITORY - SEVEN YEARS (1)
'Well, ' said the Priestess, extracting herself in an ungainly manner from her make-shift bolt-hole . . .
'Given we're still here,' as she downed a Macon Lungy. 'Let me tell you a short story and, forgive, if it affects me. As you know I'm quite emotional (some might deem 'over-theatrical') but I cannot help deep feeling, after all.'
I searched the skies for another potentially-fatal missile heading our way, but all I could see was the Milky Way.
'The story, my child, goes like this . . .'
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