short story

  • A useless hunk of stone, maybe, but Gilferen picked it up and slipped it into his own pouch after Jaxson had left with a flourish of his long black coat. He gave Locke a weak smile from across the table. ‘Just in case,’ he said. ‘Come on. Let’s see about getting these mugs refilled again.…

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  • Welcome to March, everyone! Yesterday’s post had me talking a lot about being in a funk, suffering an overall lack of inspiration, but I have the whole day (and some Friday afternoon Zoup! to help me feel better. Plus? Only a five hour shift on a Saturday tomorrow. That’s virtually unheard of, and will revel…

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