August 15, 2010
by Anne Petty The mage crossed the darkened study, his scholar’s robe eddying around his ankles. On the corner of a massive writing desk, a foot-high candle wrapped in ripples of wax cast a yellow sheen over tumbled books and papers. He ran harried fingers through his hair and turned to face the silent figure [...]
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August 15, 2010
by Marie Fleming “A-l-i-c-e,” a finger traced through the sand, spelling out a name, her name. She lifted her finger and stared at the dust coating the tip of it, like ink would coat fingers after having prints taken. She blew gently and the dust flew off, but she was stricken by a bout of [...]
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