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The Reaper by LackOfBindings

The Reaper

LackOfBindings

"He swung his sickle. The wheat hissed, the bearded tips fell against his face, making him close his eyes. then the blade clanged against something hollow metallic and black. It's metal bones had blunted countless sickle blades as it stood among the wheat, waiting for it's victims to blunder into it. It held a long-handled scythe, but it had not come to harvest wheat- only the reapers."

lines adapted from "The Stones Are Hatching" by Geraldine McCaughrean

https://youtu.be/62RvnXZgHwQ

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