International Pixel-Stained Technopeasants

I was going to say I didn't have anything, but then someone (completely unrelated to all of this) challenged me with writing at least 1000 words to go with the title The China Doll. So, I failed to weasel out of this one because I couldn't resist the dare. Hoist by my own petard and all that rot. If there's a problem with my notoriously hinky hosting and you need to read it, I'll post it here.


Ezri woke the moment the steeple bells started to chime, and was on her feet before the last note rang out. She looked at the glass of days on her dressing table and crouched down to see that the pearly white sand inside was, indeed, aligned with the gold-etched line that she'd been waiting for... (continued)