Root slipped silently back into the bathroom. She’d reemerge from there unsneakily to keep up the ruse, then return and feign indigestion or some other tedious affliction of the bowels.
Month: January 2026
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Eleven miles of tunnel was the sort of venue only a spirit would bother to construct, being immortal with infinite time to kill. It was a terrible size for a
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Their arms of multicolored stamps got them back through the many walls of Urk without any trouble. The days had faded the ink, but even the walk through the last
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The basement of Herb and Apple made for an excellent base(ment) of operations, if for no other reason than the endless flow of snacks. “Hungry, dears?” Orphalia or her husband