Filed under: short fiction
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Rumor had it that the Mirosians worshipped some kind of monster as a God, and that he was to be a human sacrifice. Ted lowered his eyes to avoid glaring at the bald green glare of his captor’s head, and found himself staring at his wings instead. There were other rumors, too, tales of insectoid hive minds and such, although those might have been an overactive imagination’s response to the exoskeleton. The guards spoke among themselves in a soft murmur that Ted couldn’t understand, so they must have some kind of individuality.