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||Issue: 391 | 8th day of Hunting, Y11
|The Mystery of the Disappearing SocksHilly heaved a sigh, stood up and looked over the socks laid out on the floor. |
There were no matches.
|The Babysitter"Snowdrop, please don't try to scare the babysitter off, or throw a mud balloon at her face."|
|BrotherToday was a very special day, but Abigail seriously doubted that her brother knew.|
|Treasure HuntVery carefully, he brushed aside several layers of sand. What he found was astounding! More gold pieces! |
|The Merchant of ShenkuuCaptain Thare watched, his chest swelling with pride, as the massive ship floated gently into the sky-harbor. |
|Mirror, MirrorEveryone, no matter what, has self-worth. And if you don't believe me - just look into a magic mirror!
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|The Time With Sophie"E-excuse me, I-I didn't mean to intrude," Lunia said, shaking. |
|Silent RainWhat does Sam love more? Piano or her little brother?|
|The Spirit of the Sword"Then get yerself a new sword, matey! You know old Patannis has a good supply of the finest swords."|
|Devotion"Heh, kids," he said, and I turned around. "Cute. Hand over your money."|
|The Gallery of the DollsI tried a third door that said "Dolls of the Condemned- Staff Only." Seeing as I had no other way out, I opened this door...|
|Trading For Fun and ProfitI set up a sign:
Then I sat down and waited.
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"Mirror, Mirror" by chirigami and grapesourhorse
It was remarkable in its beautiful, luminous simplicity. "Ah, yes," came a sudden voice from behind the pair, and Larissa turned to meet the eyes of a bespectacled, blue Lutari. "That dress seems to be the hot commodity of the season - it's faerie made, you know - it floated down straight from the clouds of Faerieland's Imperial Design Studio, brought in by Fyora's tailors themselves..."
|Beyond the Brass|
How about you set your little musician up with an instrument that's cooler than usual? Here are a few ideas to get you started.
|Millions: Part Two|
Pan was in the next room, looking at the prescription. She was thinking of what the doctor had said – 'almost incurable'.