The printer-mage Nox laughed as the King's Men led him away & set the printing press afire.
"You'll find my manifesto can't be destroyed so easily," he said. "I've bespelled the #type."
"Lead melts," said the commander, but whatever else he might have said #died on his lips. He, the rest of the King's Men, & the townspeople #watched as from the melting type glowing letters floated upward, forming words, sentences. The whole manifesto, there on the clouds.
[#]wss366 #microfiction #PressFreedom
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