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Things Fall Apart
There was a knock at the door. Boris did up his robe, tripped over a pile of books, undid the latch. He had to wrench the oaken portal open, as it jammed on a pile of doilies. A woman in black stood in the frame, grinning crookedly. “Boris Rhodof?” she asked, extending a hand. Boris […]...
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Trinkets, Relics, and Artifacts
The appraiser sat with a huff, laced his thick fingers atop the leather-topped desk. "Good morning, Master Tuck," he said, moustache rippling.Across, there sat two cutters in scuffy leathers. One, a dimpled woman, nodded. "Morning, Seider."Her companion, an oily, onion-scented young man with his h...
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The lamp went first.A cracked and swinging oil lamp, clasped in the thin hand of a stumbling girl. Her breath came quick, quavering; hushed for fear. Her dirty turnshoes scuffed over the rough and dusty floor, halting. Behind, hobnails crunched and clacked slow over the tile. Five pairs, laced to t...
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