It was time to write.
Tanya sat at the keyboard, facing the screen, fingers laid softly upon the home row. She could think of nothing.
What had been her last thought? How was she going to connect Nadioch and The Coming of the Dark days?
Her index fingers skated lightly in minute circles over the nubs on the F and J keys as she hung, poised on the edge of action.
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