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That Lady Rune’s workshop was seldom visited was both unusual and expected. Why anyone would not want to study runes and their application seemed unbelievable. The cryptic alphabet bestowed power upon the inanimate, making wonders out of the ordinary that even the simplest fool could wield with confidence and power. Rune work was also one of the few positions in the Circle of Bel Haven where one could actually make a living. Most areas of […]
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There was another death. Death wasn’t unusual for Meadlowlark. Especially with this beast haunting the woods. But what was unusual was finding a body. Usually Rusted Jowls never let anyone escape its clutches. This time it got sloppy. The townsfolk wheeled the man down the main street. Everyone saw its mangled arms, the gaping wound in its left side. Meadowlark wasn’t large, closer to what we were used to. There were no secrets once a […]
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Fishing is fun. Bethany said it was, so it must be true. Arlyle was having trouble believing it at the moment. The death goddess perched on the edge of a bridge, her line floating down the stories to plop into the water. She twitched her stick one way and another, watching the line sway. Nope. Nothing. Fishing was boring. The bridge wasn’t. Bethany danced across the cobbled stones in the midday sun. She hummed a […]
