Her fingers dance in swoops and waves, cutting runes into the powder.  It's odd to see.  Hands usually draw with inks or chalk.  Powder and silver-tipped slippers are for simple gestures in duels, when there is no time to stoop and paint.  With my warped foot, dueling is an impossibility, but I have seen her practice countless times.

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Read “Our Dead Selves Lie Like Footsteps in Our Wake” by Jeff Isacksen, in Issue #121

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In addition to writing, Jeff Isacksen works as a personal trainer, plays too many video games, and practices Krav Maga incessantly. His first reader is always his infinitely supportive wife and fellow writer, Lauren Liebowitz, without whom he never would have put his ideas to the page.

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