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Justice on the Shore
MileStone #4 The beach shimmered like a postcard—the kind found pinned to fridges in northern cities, worn at the edges by longing. It was the kind of day that made gods jealous. The sun, high and golden, stretched its arms across the bay, glinting off the calm, glassy sea. Cicadas buzzed like invisible machinery in the olive trees above, and the air smelled of salt, sunscreen, and grilled octopus. Children ran barefoot between towels and umbrellas, their laughter like windchimes. Couples reclined with sunglasses tilted on their noses, reading half-finished novels or scrolling in silence. The sea breathed gently, drawing in the restless, releasing them renewed. It was, in every…
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Strength and Salvation
The air grew heavier as she moved further from the port. The faint scent of salt gave way to the stench of spilled alcohol and cheap cigarettes. Narrow alleys glowed dimly under flickering neon signs, promising thrills to the desperate and the lonely. Bars lined the streets, their doors half-open, revealing shadows of women moving like ghosts under the weight of heavy music and even heavier burdens. Her steps slowed as she neared a particular bar. A faint tension, almost imperceptible to others, stirred in her chest. It wasn’t just the sounds—the muffled screams or the thuds of violence behind closed doors—it was something deeper, a pull she couldn’t ignore.…
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In the Shadow of Matriarchy
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The Bar!
MilleStone # 1 In the heart of the city’s bustling nightlife, where the neon lights painted the streets in vibrant hues, a figure emerged that defied the ordinary. She, a woman of mysterious allure, adorned herself in a costume resembling the majestic peacock — a kaleidoscope of colors that shimmered and captivated the attention of onlookers. As she stepped into the dimly lit bar, the air crackled with curiosity, and the discreet glances of the patrons betrayed a mix of amusement and bewilderment. The men seated at the bar exchanged furtive looks, their hushed laughter cutting through the ambient buzz of conversation. Clad in conventional attire, they couldn’t help but…
