“There,” I said, passing John the final sheet of paper I’d been writing on. He took it from me and, with a practiced hand, sifted the finely ground powder over its surface that would absorb any excess ink. He allowed it to dry for several minutes, blotted it for good measure, and added it to the sheaf of other papers…
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Brightholm – Summer Capital of Selwhin The royal wing of the castle was quiet this early in the morning. As silent as a tomb, one might say, if one were prone to flights of fancy. Surrounded by so much stone, with not even the stirring of mice to remind you that creatures lived and breathed within the walls, it could…
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Late Summer, South Eastern Coast of the Kingdom of Selwhin Harian Eldiff rose that morning before the sun did, as was his custom. The bed beside him was empty, but when he stretched his hand through the sheets, he felt a lingering warmth that brought a smile to his weathered face. The muffled sounds of his wife puttering around the…
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BEN I wake to the sound of the distant, pounding surf and soft chanting. A warm breeze wafts over me, bringing with it the tang of salt and the smell of a deep green, verdant forest. The sheets are wrapped around my legs, half pulled off the bed from me and Ella’s midday sex session. I must have fallen asleep…
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ELLA “How are you feeling?” Stacey asks as I’m packing my things. “Better, thanks,” I tell her. I’ve been down in Boston with her and Megan for five days now, two longer than planned, because I kept making excuses not to go home. This has been a nice trip. A needed trip. Between lugging all their earthly possessions halfway across…
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