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Purgatory

Thayne rasped a match on the sole of his boot and, cupping the flame with his hands, puffed a cigarillo into life.  He looked up, shaking the fire out and tossing the match aside as he surveyed the louche-looking town … Continue reading

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Too many cooks

The susurrus of the swaying branches along with the petrichor emanating from the decaying vegetation underfoot made it seem as if the forest was very much alive even despite the onset of autumn. Breathing in the heady scent of damp … Continue reading

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The fall of Yr

The mighty sorcerers of Baa were ever vainglorious, ensorcelled by a desire to harness the elements, and they built a slew of mighty towers in the mountains of Karom Ghar, that they might touch the heavens. Each sorcerer sought opportunities … Continue reading

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Predicate

Definition: predicate “2) Term of a statement, where the statement may be true or false depending on whether the thing referred to by the values of the statement’s variables has the property signified by that (predicative) term.” What the does … Continue reading

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Reprieve

Luther had set out on foot after leaving the arena, positing that while that hitching a ride with one of the merchants would be easier and quicker that it would also bring unwanted attention.  After many days and nights in … Continue reading

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A day at the park

A zephyr ruffled his hair as he plonked the somnolent woman on a wooden picnic table.  He took the billhook from his bag and paused in the warm sunshine, looking out across the immaculately kept lawns and sculpted bushes of … Continue reading

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Shelter

Rootbagger and I agreed we should head for the ruined city in front of us, if only to take shelter from black clouds spraddled overhead, heavily pregnant with rain which threatened to swamp us at any moment. As we walked … Continue reading

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