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 | In the Margins"A misty dawn was breaking over the Haunted Woods. The time of day that usually marked a transition from the witching hours of night to the…
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"A Quiet Customer" by kadface
Although Happy Valley never saw a true summer’s day, with picnics, water fights and sandcastle competitions, the long hours of daylight meant the air still held a warmth through the night. Even though feet would still need to stamp off wind-blown snow at the porch, the trees could shake off their canopy of ice and stretch out their leaves to bask in the sun. But now Autumn was fast approaching. There was a definite bite, brisk and sharp, in the morning, and Neopians throughout the Valley were eying up their neighbours’ chimneys, waiting to see who would be the first to crack and light their fire. Like a game of Wilbreth, no one wanted to be the first, but as soon as one plume of smoke rose, all the rest would follow. Secretly, Stana was pleased. She had always preferred the chillier times of year. It was a good excuse to bring out the chunky knit jumpers. All summer long, she had been knitting a new one for the season. The neckline was interlaced with Altadorian knots, which had taken her the best part of a week to get right. Today was the first day that she felt was cold enough to warrant wearing it. It was early in the morning. Leice was expected soon, but was still out picking up the ingredients for the day’s specials. Much to Leice’s chagrin, the delivery team were out on holiday this week, so Leice had needed to wake up early to go...
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