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Issue: 686 | 19th day of Relaxing, Y17 |
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 | The Scientist's Apprentice: Part TwelveIt was slightly awkward trying to explain to thirty formerly brainwashed apprentices how they had all woken up from a dark spell in the basement of Hartwick Hall dressed in their pajamas.
by vanessa1357924680 |  | The Fire Within: Part FourThey set out on foot that evening, or at least Yardly thought it was evening - time seemed harder to judge in the caverns with no sun, moon, or stars to follow.
by herdygerdy |  | The Prophetess's Tale: Part NineHe was under house arrest. There were at least three guards outside his door, and one inside. It was a miracle that they’d let him back into the room the castle lent him
by encroached |  | Scarab Queen: Part Eightabile kept her voice fairly low – no one was really paying attention to them, as Jazan was speaking with Kiyaa and wasn’t looking to see what she was doing, but she said, “I think you were right, earlier, and I’d like to help you.”
by saphira_27 |  | The Adventures of Trina:The Two Islands: Part Five"...You’re gonna send a bunch of children out to fight lethal pirates?”
by ummagine3284 |  | Days of Daydreams Past: Part ThreeIt was funny, I was never allowed a petpet before as my parents (quite rightly) didn't trust me to take care of one, but now I was responsible for a whole flock.
by aifricr |  | Faerie Wings III: The Nightmare of Dreamland: Part TwoIllere tapped Kira’s shoulders. “I think somebody’s following us,” she whispered.
by downrightdude |  | Mother's Balloon: Part TwoThe sky was so blue it was blinding. Or perhaps it only seemed that way to a girl whose eyes were not used to seeing colour so vibrant and pure.
by dewdropzz |  | The Door Closes: Part ThreeI stare down at the table, head in my hands. Anders pokes his nose at my fingers, chirping quietly. Several spikes of stone lie broken on the ground.
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