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17
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Night Haul
Posted by Quentin Fumes on September 17, 2014 at 7:53am

That key slipped in nicely.  Spiggins looked after his mansion all right.  Was he lying about the money?  In I went to take a gander.  Nice.  He did all right, still, I wasn't here for the furniture.

Tipped a few likely drawers.  Opened cupboards, checked pictures.  If he had a safe it was well hidden.  Ah, his desk.  Big, fat desk with fancy things on it.  Nothing I wanted.  I...

Sep
16
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Bloodless
Posted by Garnet Psaltery on September 16, 2014 at 11:45am

From the Witnesses

 

Spiggins came to, the alley ceiling turning circles in his eyes.  Weak and cold, he turned slowly on one side, stomach heaving.  He stretched out a hand to help himself rise.  The sight of it gripped his gaze.  White like snow and wrinkled like a crunched piece of paper.  Groaning, he bent his head down to the ground and slept.

Sep
16
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The Woodcutter
Posted by Brother Lucius on September 16, 2014 at 11:06am

Tonight I walked the crisp city streets, enjoying the majestic architecture in gloomy moonlit tones. The midnight scenery suits my mood. I've been struggling to contain a restless energy of late. It is an affliction I have battled my entire life. Ideas keep me awake, vague, unformed ideas. I'm not always sure they are benign.

It was in Clockhaven where I met the woodcutter. A big man by the name of Peter Feldspar.

"Peter...

Sep
15
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Putting it on Ice
Posted by Garnet Psaltery on September 15, 2014 at 10:46pm

Kraken meat sales having been a disaster, there was nothing for it but to attempt a wholesale clearance.  I took a tram ride to visit Spiggins in his butcher's shop but found it closed.  There was no sign on the door by way of explanation, so I assumed illness.

The street itself being busy, there were a number of traders about from whom to glean possible interest in frozen goods.  A carter, dropping off pelts at a...

Sep
15
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First winter away
Posted by Brother Lucius on September 15, 2014 at 12:09pm

The weather has turned; a bitter wind blows out of the north. At night I lie on my cot and listen to it howl. It rattles the windows, finding its way through any crack and gap to chill me to my very core.

Though it is cold, Father Moonwall has not authorized us to light the stoves. I've been told by those living here longer than I that it is often not until November before he finally relents and allows the fires to burn through the...

Sep
14
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Up the Alley
Posted by Quentin Fumes on September 14, 2014 at 8:51pm ...3 replies

Meet me at the Gangplank, Spiggins said.  Here it is, I thought.  The big job.  So I toddled down to the pub, ready to bargain for my cut.

I'd got one foot in the door when he came staggering out, knocking me back.  Off he turned into Archon Alley, weaving up the slope.  Stopped, stood, and waited.  I caught up and quizzed him.

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