Here are the stories:
HareBrain
Gift
I opened the door to autumn night. The Wanderer held out his closed hands.
‘Don’t choose,’ whispered Father. ‘You’re my last.’
But behind the Wanderer were the shades of my brothers, taken yearly, and my sister, first tricked.
Always the wrong hand. A doomed choice.
‘Here.’ I offered an apple.
The Wanderer's eye gleamed. Desiring the fruit hale, he opened his Blessed Hand to take it; and my kin were released into life, laughing.
Parson
Justice Exquisitely Sensual Undoubtedly Severe
The day is ghastly dark. But it suits the job. Most of the Emperor’s men do not like this duty. For me; it’s a treat! I love to hear the curses and cries of those condemned.
This one, disappointingly, says little. They said he was a king; still, blood oozes, death looms. It’s too soon for me. He gathers himself to speak. Hopefully, I listen. “Father, forgive them.”
What kind of a trick is this?!
HareBrain
Gift
I opened the door to autumn night. The Wanderer held out his closed hands.
‘Don’t choose,’ whispered Father. ‘You’re my last.’
But behind the Wanderer were the shades of my brothers, taken yearly, and my sister, first tricked.
Always the wrong hand. A doomed choice.
‘Here.’ I offered an apple.
The Wanderer's eye gleamed. Desiring the fruit hale, he opened his Blessed Hand to take it; and my kin were released into life, laughing.
Parson
Justice Exquisitely Sensual Undoubtedly Severe
The day is ghastly dark. But it suits the job. Most of the Emperor’s men do not like this duty. For me; it’s a treat! I love to hear the curses and cries of those condemned.
This one, disappointingly, says little. They said he was a king; still, blood oozes, death looms. It’s too soon for me. He gathers himself to speak. Hopefully, I listen. “Father, forgive them.”
What kind of a trick is this?!
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