From b0babd4c5791d316a192b67b2bd1a1e140629624 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Rye Progress Date: Fri, 1 Aug 2025 13:25:54 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] Get rid of extra dividers --- content/read/001.md | 1 - content/read/002.md | 1 - content/read/003.md | 1 - content/read/004.md | 1 - content/read/006.md | 1 - content/read/007.md | 1 - content/read/009.md | 1 - content/read/011.md | 1 - content/read/012.md | 1 - content/read/013.md | 1 - content/read/014.md | 1 - content/read/015-1.md | 1 - content/read/018.md | 2 +- 13 files changed, 1 insertion(+), 13 deletions(-) diff --git a/content/read/001.md b/content/read/001.md index f7c3f14..6a451a0 100644 --- a/content/read/001.md +++ b/content/read/001.md @@ -152,5 +152,4 @@ She shrugged. "Sure. But either way, they were somewhere in the middle, maybe. T I laughed. "Got it in one." - diff --git a/content/read/002.md b/content/read/002.md index 7aa840d..3bc3af2 100644 --- a/content/read/002.md +++ b/content/read/002.md @@ -576,4 +576,3 @@ The lights dimmed to near darkness and the temperature dropped a few degrees as I leaned back against her. "I know. I love you too." ------ diff --git a/content/read/003.md b/content/read/003.md index 1704eae..31ac6a4 100644 --- a/content/read/003.md +++ b/content/read/003.md @@ -82,4 +82,3 @@ I sighed and slouched against the back of the bench. Exhaustion was warring agai I spent an hour out there, all told. I picked at the bench. I called out to the sheep. I walked circles around the pagoda in the gray day. I bent down, plucked a blade of grass with the intent to...I don't know, chew on it like I've seen in films, but it smelled so strongly of sheep manure that I dropped it instead and headed home to finally lay down beside Hanne and sleep. ------ diff --git a/content/read/004.md b/content/read/004.md index 8b6c288..a79f1ae 100644 --- a/content/read/004.md +++ b/content/read/004.md @@ -590,4 +590,3 @@ Ve hesitated, looked to me. "Not much of that to go around," I said, feeling exhaustion pulling at my cheeks, pressing at my temples. "But I guess it's all we have to go on for the time being." ------ diff --git a/content/read/006.md b/content/read/006.md index e09939d..41ef21e 100644 --- a/content/read/006.md +++ b/content/read/006.md @@ -243,4 +243,3 @@ Her cocladist frowned, but nodded all the same. "I hope so," I said. "I'm getting pretty tired of being in the dark." ------ diff --git a/content/read/007.md b/content/read/007.md index 197737b..ba15265 100644 --- a/content/read/007.md +++ b/content/read/007.md @@ -394,4 +394,3 @@ I shook my head. "None of this makes any sense, but neither did all of the polit Dry Grass smirked. "Yes, yes. But come, let us get back to Marsh's. This place has its uses, but I need cozy more than anything. Maybe we can gather the others for dinner." ------ diff --git a/content/read/009.md b/content/read/009.md index e547dba..afeb68d 100644 --- a/content/read/009.md +++ b/content/read/009.md @@ -336,4 +336,3 @@ Laughter around the table. Sedge laughed and patted her shoulder amiably. "You and me both." ------ diff --git a/content/read/011.md b/content/read/011.md index 8ef1a20..63f8479 100644 --- a/content/read/011.md +++ b/content/read/011.md @@ -222,4 +222,3 @@ She nodded. "If you will have me," she repeated, voice small. I thought of so many complex emotions that had plagued me over the last few days — the memories of love, the way they clashed with my memories of distance, the memories of Lily burning up with hatred — and, finally, nodded. "Yeah. Let's see In The Wind's core, and then get out of here. Anything to help out after all this will be good." ------ diff --git a/content/read/012.md b/content/read/012.md index 2a71593..272c01b 100644 --- a/content/read/012.md +++ b/content/read/012.md @@ -124,4 +124,3 @@ I stiffened, restraining the urge to sit up straight. *"Like Marsh, maybe?"* There was silence from both of my cocladists, though I could hear that their breathing had picked up in turn. *"Well, now* there's *an idea,"* Tule said at last. ------ diff --git a/content/read/013.md b/content/read/013.md index 356aa79..5804cb4 100644 --- a/content/read/013.md +++ b/content/read/013.md @@ -148,4 +148,3 @@ I stifled my own yawn. "Why wary?" I sighed. Sleep was clearly tugging at us both, so as I surrendered to it, I murmured, "Yeah, me too." ------ diff --git a/content/read/014.md b/content/read/014.md index c888cd4..624e647 100644 --- a/content/read/014.md +++ b/content/read/014.md @@ -84,4 +84,3 @@ After a moment's thought, she sighed. "Well, I checked in with my down-tree, and "Much at risk socially, Reed. There is the potential for that friendship and love, yes, but also the potential for pain." ------ diff --git a/content/read/015-1.md b/content/read/015-1.md index f76f26a..b58806e 100644 --- a/content/read/015-1.md +++ b/content/read/015-1.md @@ -246,4 +246,3 @@ Throughout this show, Dry Grass's eyes never left me. I returned her gaze anxiou I mulled over those words, then made up my mind anyway. ------ diff --git a/content/read/018.md b/content/read/018.md index e022273..9d01812 100644 --- a/content/read/018.md +++ b/content/read/018.md @@ -2,7 +2,7 @@ Nine stories set in the days, weeks, and years following the Century Attack, written by those within the Post-Self community. ---- +----- ["Game Night": Joanna — 2401](/stories/game-night) : *Michael Miele*