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Issue: 811 | 5th day of Sleeping, Y20 |
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 | The Five Stages of GriefXandra cycled through the stages of grief rather slowly. Perhaps it was because she was one to ruminate in her misery. Or perhaps it was that she was a statue and her cognitive thought had slowed down accordingly.
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by erroro |  | Edimira's Plushie PicnicSitting on an Antique Four Poster Bed (which was set next to the wall) was a female Faerie Xweetok who had just woke up to the sun shining through her hotel bedroom’s window.
by alvissofcaldia |  | Leave Your Preconceptions at the DoorVal walked distractedly through the library, flipping pages and muttering to himself. "No, surely it was in this volume. I could have..." THUMP!
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Val walked distractedly through the library, flipping pages and muttering to himself. "No, surely it was in this volume. I could have..."
THUMP! Val knocked over a side table again. "Sorry," he said without looking up. He skirted around the table.
"Val, at least pick it up if you're going to knock it over!" Pegs cried, exasperated. "Or, you know, sit down when you're reading?"
Val paused. "Did you say something?"
Pegs sighed dramatically. "Just shouting at the wind. Did you find that reference yet?"
"No!" Val snapped the book shut and sat down. "I was certain I read it in Volume 2, but it could have been...well, anyway, it's somewhere in the Tomes of Vyssa."
Pegs' chair creaked as he sat down. "Well, one fragment of one shard of one vase isn't going to get us very far without any reference material, chap."
"Sherd," Val corrected automatically, lost in thought.
"Beg pardon?"
The Gelert looked up, but didn't seem to really be looking at his companion. "Potsherd. Glass has shards, pots have sherds."
"Right." Academic distinctions were not Pegs' priority. That's where Val came in. "At any rate, isn't there anything to go on?" he asked, gesturing at the table in front of them.
"Mmm." Val looked down at the 'sherd' in front of them. Pegs had found it on his last trip to Sakhmet.
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 Elaine's Expedition
The sky was on fire. There was no denying that the sunsets from the dock of her home on Krawk Island were beautiful. Tonight’s display was a mix of pastel oranges and vibrant pinks – a view that could not be captured in a picture.
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