Tag: Gustavo Bondoni
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Merchandise
by Gustavo Bondoni in Issue 73, February 2018 Sangr shielded his face with his hand. The midday sun beating on the endless ice created a glare that hurt his eyes even through the cloth that covered them. His main concern was to put one foot in front of the other, but he knew that walking…
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For the Light
by Gustavo Bondoni in Issue 63, April 2017 Sweat poured out from under her bronze helmet, clearing channels in her dust-streaked face, but she was too preoccupied to worry about irrelevant things like that on the day she was to die. She faced a difficult task – many difficult tasks, as a matter of fact…
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War and Peace Pipes
by Gustavo Bondoni in Issue 34, November 2014 Strong Buffalo understood the moon. If there was rain, he could hear it coming days before in the gentle breezes that caressed the dusty plains. He could speak the language of the coyote, and knew the way of the Trickster. His youth had been spent fighting the…