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That morning Carbene yawned, stretching into the day’s heat. She’d fallen asleep. Again. Tris could at least wake her when they were done with the massage. As uncomfortable as the dias could be, the knot in her side had released her from its constant grip. She leaned into the pillow, surveying the shifting sandscape.
The elders said in the far off future, the magics of war would cease to ripple through the desert. The scars would remain, but the land would heal. In time.
She doubted she'd be alive long enough to see it.
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My notes:
And that’s it for this one! So glad to finally get some deep jackal world canon out to the public. With a title like ‘back worship’ I couldn’t help but make this last panel a reference to ‘la grande odalisque’ showing off Carbene’s muscled back.