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Issue: 717 | 29th day of Sleeping, Y18 |
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Look At All These Cakes!
by iana_19
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 The Runaway Princess Uni
My older brother Titance and I have done mercenary work in Brightvale for years. The kingdom owes us many favors, so when I have my armor on, everyone is nice and respectful. Sometimes, I even get asked to help some Neopets out. So one day I was in Brightvale, wearing my armor of course, when someone called from behind me. “You there! Uni!” came a voice
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 Heavy Metal
A Mote. A particle, or speck of dust. A tiny, inconsequential amount of something, usually pictured floating off to nowhere. A little bit of somethingness to punctuate the nothingness. This might be what always made me uneasy, when I thought of motes - that emphasis of space. At least, I think it was; before that day, when I started thinking something else.
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