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Issue: 736 | 10th day of Relaxing, Y18 |
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Freezer Burn
Although we all know summer's fast approaching, what people forget is that winter's also coming. In celebration of the diversity of the seasons, here are a few of my favorite 'fiery' and 'freezing' foods to enjoy no matter the season.
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Tangor's Assistant The line for his workshop is far out the door and from morning to night he has lots of customers galore. They love his imagination and what he can do, just with a few extra pieces or two. He was always busy, and not much time to snooze. Tangor was even a bit lonely too, even though he saw customers every day, they never stay very long.
by theoriginaltali |
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An Astronomer Among the Stars She ran and ran and ran, eyes glued to the blaze of falling stars, until she found herself in her front yard, not that far away after all. The fiery stars ceased and bid her farewell for the night, but young Shasharah knew she would follow them for the rest of her life.
by meadow_lark |
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Afternoons at Exquisite Ambrosia A few weeks before the Altador Cup, before the mass migration of spectators, the teams themselves quietly slip into the city to gear up for the tournament. They train in the stadium and discuss logistics and regulations with the Altador Cup Committee—and when they need some downtime, they head to Exquisite Ambrosia.
by cosmicfire918 |
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The Moderately Evil Faerie: Part Three Spite rubbed her eyes as she slowly began to wake up. The rising sun was filtering through the windows near the basement’s ceiling in a way that lit up the entire room. As she began to sit up, she heard Malice muttering under her breath.
by rocksysmom |
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Clouds Over Cogham: Part Four Squire Tormund redirects his disdainful glare to the old Lupe knight who has just appeared beside him, though the fury is obviously misplaced. For a few seconds before responding, he looks back down the castle hallway towards the dining room where the lazy Sir Harlag sits feasting, and the squire gives a frustrated grunt.
by theschizophrenicpunk |
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