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The Writing on the Wall

Even as he clung to the face of the cliff his greatest fear was not of falling. Though the ground lay a thousand feet distant, he moved with the patient decisiveness that accompanies long practice. Although it seemed many times he must surely fall to his death, his hands found Read more…

By AA Peterson, ago
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The Murder of Merristown

Dearest Father, – Per your instructions, I am compiling this report through the use of an illiterate street youth. If it matters, he’s a thirteen year old boy of Talli stock, named Fletcher Lowbridge. I found him, of all ironic places, begging on the front steps of the Academy Library. Read more…

By AA Peterson, ago