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Dowry
Location: Caouk, Garizal. The Queen’s winter castle. Besdett fidgeted with his shirt, flattening it as much as it would go. Not that it could really be flattened any more. His servants had been told expressly how important this meeting was. His mother, Duchess of Athselt, threatened to whip them within an inch of their lives…
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Alice v. Wonderland
A copy of court transcripts. Defendant: Alice of London; represented by: the White Rabbit. Plaintiff: Wonderland. Prosecutor: Ace of Hearts. Judge: King of Hearts. PROSECUTOR: People v. Alice of London, on trial for uselessness and resource waste. JUDGE: How do you respond? WHITE RABBIT: Not guilty, your honor, your Kingship. We would like to add,…
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The Fairy in the Iron Castle
The abandoned castle was a magnificent sight to see for Narisse’s travel-weary eyes. It was massive, the ivy-covered walls towering over even the largest trees that pressed against the clearing. Kolt, Narisse’s horse, whickered as they broke through the tree line. She spurred Kolt into a lazy canter, and the castle’s shadow overtook them. As…
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War Paint
The war front; Alzairan camp Elise, aged fifteen, was unapologetically immersed in her cup. There was a nasty cut on her side, and their medic had done a shoddy job of binding it. No doubt it’d still be aching come morning, when the fighting would commence once again. She half-hoped their commander would send in…
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As Time Goes
A flat green line blips up, then down. A frail old heart beats and beats a slow, rhythmic drumroll to call on Death. With the first up blip, the clock on the wall sounds its first resonant tock. The man is surrounded by friends and family. His wife sits in the hospice chair, holding his…
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The Menders
Two men stumbled in the shadows, their only goal to make it to the end of the dimly lit street undetected. Had one not been ready to fall over from the knife wound to his gut, it might have been easier going. Instead, they moved as quickly as they dared, the one whispering encouragements and…
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Ambush
Location: Stadtholme, Nubik. Guard house. It was dark in the armory when Steston stepped inside, one hand holding a half-melted candle while the other hovered over the knife in his belt. He did not like the dark. Darkness was where the most vile of violence occurred. Ambushes made by men with no honor left others…
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