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Mist caressed the moors. It stroked the bruise-black heather, set gentle dewdrops on countless twisted stems. It kissed the still faces of stagnant pools, concealed shallow,...
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A bright midsummer moon lit the clearing. Shadowed fir arms, saggy with cones, swayed over the dewy grass. Soft, twisted mushrooms poked above the blades. A lone weed with...
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Uncounted steps passed beneath the young knight’s feet. He climbed, head bowed to the shining marble steps. Rainbow flecks played over his curly hair and ivory cloak, shed by...
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A barnacle-crusted cog hung under Saint Pierro Bridge. It hung there on great chains, and folk climbed eagerly up to it. Strange folk, up creaky scaffolds nailed to the...
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From the palazzo’s high windows, a grey woman watched the glittering azure bay. Hundreds of fat, laden steam carracks sat at harbor, trapped by a line of ironclads gripping the...
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A man stepped through the courtyard gate. He wore a frumpy toque, and carried a leather roll under one arm, long as a man, coiled like a rug. Snow crunched under his tasseled...
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Sheamus kicked and wriggled through the water, squinting his red eyes against stinging brine. A pouch trailed from his neck on long straps, floating beside his scaly tail. The...
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“Next,” said the clerk. The queue lurched ahead. A young woman stumbled to the counter. Oversized boots; mousy brown bangs; a wine stain around one eye. A battered, sheathed...
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d100 flower pixies. Few organisms have mastered the art of sexual reproduction quite like pixies. Pixifers produce blooms which, after several days of sun exposure,...
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If a patch of mold has sprung up in your cellar, you’d best investigate. Check the consistency: If it’s black, brown, green, or at all fuzzy, you’re fine—scrub it off; don’t...
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Shawn licked a handful of gravel and spat. He held a lantern to the grit. “Marble and mold,” he said, licking his palette. “We’d best watch out.” He scattered the tiny stones....
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If, while delving in a deep cave, you find a large, red gemstone under some moldy bones and an old woolen hat, know that you have found a hob. Simply pick it up (taking care,...
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“The Madame Countess Fiora Matilde Phillipa Geneve, Suzerain of Leah,” declared the Marshal. A spot of applause. The bead-eyed Countess strolled past, trailed by tittering...
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A clockwork gun; the current evolution of torsion-based ballistic technology. It is a handheld weapon that utilizes a weighty pair of compression springs to project metal...
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Colm crawled, digging his elbows into the sod. Clover crumpled under his chest. A haze of pollen hung in the air, cloying. He resisted a sneeze. Ahead, a furry bee bobbed over...
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Plague is feared above all other ailments. Unlike other diseases, it is seemingly invisible, inexorable. Countless humans are infected. They live with it all their lives. The...