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The Care of Flowers – 2/3
Night came as it is wont to do: a thief with its wide black bag, spilling stars from east to west, leaving only a few thing alabaster lines lingering on the trail of the sun. Artemisia sat on a wide and comfortable chair at the edge of the roof garden. Her shop was closed down…
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The Care of Flowers – 1/3
As seen from the outside, the shop might have seemed utterly innocent. A tea room hunkered on the inner slope of San Marino’s hill, sitting on the very crest of the rock tide; on the one side large dark table that looked onto the cobblestone road, on the other the astounding view of trees and…
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Patina – Chapter 108
Cramped inside, cramped outside. Sadja reached for the larger pen, tracing down the last few letters on the sign in thick black lines. Her hand was steady, but painting signs while sitting on her knees for hours on end was starting to get to her. “Is this correct?” She asked the old smith-woman who had…
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Patina – Chapter 107
Valeriana, current Augur of Dorsoduro, never liked it when a communal meeting was scheduled. It was always for the worse reasons, and there were at least two she could count. The threads she sent onto possible futures all buzzing into a bad situation for all of them. The first reason was the most cruel winter…
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Patina – Chapter 106
As snow piled up, so did changes. For the next few days, the Hunter’s hut was home to a flurry of activity, most of which was spent in silence. It was as if everyone had their own thoughts and worries to exorcise. The moth-people’s chattering died to a few murmurs as the helped clean out…
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Patina – Chapter 105
As Winter swung its white veils all over the plains, rolling down from the Old Country and onto the remains of the world of men, the floating city of Venexia traced its route back and forth between the ports of the Bittersea, collecting survivors from the direst Tide in recent memory. Desperate people hung onto…
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Stranders – Oneshot
A trio of robotic dolls reach a deserted island. Usil was the first to open her eyes. She blinked and sputtered, seawater still choking her breathing pipes. Standing up on her elbows, she checked her body to see if everything was yet in order. On the white sand of the farthest shore, the lingering murmur…
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Patina – Chapter 104
Amarco. The Constable’s name was Amarco. The Hunter followed him, circling the outer wall and talking with workers and repairmen as they tinkered and labored putting the defenses back up, patching over blasted pipelines, drawing fetishes and lines of tinkling bones over the top, filling pressurized holy water tanks, and doing everything and anything to…
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Patina – Chapter 103
She was trying. Elissa was really trying. Taking the Hunter’s suggestions to heart, no matter how hard they had been listening to, she had waited for Sadja to come back to her. Even when the ripples into her future had started to speak about the wolf-girl reaching out to her, she had turned the other…
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Patina – Chapter 102
Sadja did not know what to think of this place. She stood on an endless, glass-smooth plane, the sky as vast and dark as an ocean of ink. No stars, either new or old, streaked its smooth surface. She looked down at her body and could perfectly see her hands and limbs and her clothes…
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