http://slow.writerscafe.org/Taktangu The original writings of author Malcolm Johnson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021732 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Otebon saw Petro sitting alone on the throne with a book in his lap. It was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the occasional grunt from the usurper. They echoed throughout the whole of the palace. Otebon responded to the noise by taking out his sword and grinding the tip on the floor, sending irri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taktangu/2777561/ The cabin was cramped, dirty, and had the fishy smell that the other crew members carried. They had been on board most of the time commanding the ship, while Otebon lounged in his bed cradling the sword. The top cot that he slept in used to belong to the captain, until he greedily claimed it after t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taktangu/2777560/ There was no end to the stairs. They spiraled down forever, the world before them consumed in darkness. 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