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Could one model love with an equation?
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Escape is now naught but an impotent dreamFor in the rushing night, we are wokenAnd stay awake amid crashing wavesA boat sails in sight, all bonds bro..
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My staff was slick with sweat against my hand. I had to push hard to build the Perception rune, and even harder to splice in a Sound rune with a Locat..
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“So, Mage, where is it that you were heading before you became entangled in our business?” The matronly voice of the old tinker snapped me..
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The entire trip passed in a blur of lessons with the eager children, talks with the middle-aged men of the caravan (I quickly learnt to avoid these, a..
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A
reviewed and edited except from the Memoirs of the Scarlett Assassin, Retrieved
by myself, Carl Markos, from the Hands of ..
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Sprinting. Running. My breath becoming
heavier, but not unsteady - I’d put a bit of weight over my whip-chord frame..
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There was no stall of Tinkers at the
marketplace, just an empty spot where they had set up. Neither were there signs
o..
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An
Excerpt from An Overview of Empirical Candor and
Surrounds, a work by Malali Arachi, a
woman of Candor, of Irridac..
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Blood has a funny taste - though barely
ever funny in the humorous sense. But the life fluid that our worldly vessels
rely upon is neverth..
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