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Poisonous spore

After a few airplanes thrummed overhead he glanced up at the flock of crows … no …

Poinous Spore :: Lisa Robbins

 

at myriad miniature figures, suspended from white canopies, descending silently. ‘Like poisonous spore from a diabolical god’, the village schoolmaster said later.

 

Ianou’s grandfather had run, shouting, waving his arms. Cretan farmers grabbed what they could: knives, axes, and scythes and barrelled over the fields to destroy the enemy.

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