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Issue: 794 | 18th day of Hiding, Y19 |
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Where Faeries Come From by skutterbotched | | Description: "Flutter, PLEASE? I just want to know. Where do Faeries come from?" |
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The Gallery of the Dolls by skutterbotched | | Description: I tried a third door that said "Dolls of the Condemned- Staff Only." Seeing as I had no other way out, I opened this door... |
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OOPS! by skutterbotched | | Description: Lucky you! |
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Brightvale's Biggest Secret by skutterbotched | | Description: I've discovered one of the darker secrets of the University and, rather than going ahead on my own, brought my dear sister, Amulatt, with me. |
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The Secret to It Is... by skutterbotched | | Description: It’s tough, being the new guy. Even if I’ve been on the team for eight years |
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The Nightmare in Altador by skutterbotched | | Description: I have never been one to fear the Night. I have long embraced it, revered it. Worshiped it. I have never been given cause to fear the Night. I have never shied away from it, or cowered in the dark, praying for Dawn to arrive. |
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Return to the Gallery of the Dolls by skutterbotched | | Description: I can’t help but stare at Amulatt like she has lost her little Eventide head. Or grown a second one. I have her repeat what she said, slowly. “Thou hast a request to return to Neovia. I doth believe thy Friend said ‘as quick as your Peophin legs can carry you or I’ll destroy you.’ |
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Of Sisters and Queens by skutterbotched | | Description: Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack.
I followed the sound of what seemed to be a great clatter to where mine sister was repeatedly hitting her head against the wall. She did not look pleased.
“Aerlliin, what art thou doing?” I flinched as she continued the action. “Dost that not cause thee Pain?” |
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And The Sky Was Alight by skutterbotched | | Description: Written here is my report, dictated with a magical pen. Only the witness’s words are present, though you can likely infer my questions from the text. |
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Castles in the Sky "The sky was growing imperceptibly darker, as the sun dipped ever lower, the clouds retaining their purplish hues. Alaina gave a last, long look at them, her periwinkle eyes sad and wistful.
Would Faerieland ever return to the clouds? she wondered."
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