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Uncovering the Mysteries of the Wraiths by drifbilim | Description: The Final Entries of One Albert Solon Savalari During His Search to Uncover the Mysteries of the Wraiths |
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The Flight of the Court Dancer by drifbilim | Description: The roar of those calling for her blood as she fled through the castle gates was deafening. She ran blindly through the Castletown, hiking up her skirts and hoping to Lord Kass that there would be no town guard to bar her way. |
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No Small Matter by drifbilim | Description: Three steps into the belly of the beast, and already Yuzell was getting cold feet. |
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A Hot Heist by drifbilim | Description: “The Ice Crystal Shop could make a fortune down here,” Inhi muttered to himself as he wiped another coating of sweat from his brow. He hadn’t even entered Moltara proper, he was still waiting in the elevator queue on the surface. But it was insufferably hot—even for a Hissi like himself. |
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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.
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The 7 Yooyus It is finally here and it is hotter than ever before this season. Neopians from all over the globe, far and wide, gather together for a full month of their absolute favorite game, none other than Yooyuball of course. In order to really enjoy a game of Yooyuball though, and to have the chance to rack up lots points for your favorite team, one needs to truly know how each unique Yooyu really works while out on the field during a fun game of Yooyuball.
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Old Lupe Balthazar How had it come to this? Balthazar thought as he scraped the dried pumpkin off of his fence. A few years ago, he would have chased those pets off of his lawn without a second thought.
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