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“End of the Line” (Part 1) by Scott Colby

The trail of blood was maybe a day old. It began in front of a trade house. Undurlund, the sign read. Why here? Did Boruin have business with Underlund? The trade house was serene, untouched, so I decided to follow…

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“Debt” (Part 2) by Scott Colby

When not plying his trade as a musician, Darin made a living as a trapper, and thus he was a more than competent woodsman. After his initial haste had put enough distance between himself and his enemy, he slowed to…

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“Debt” (Part 1) by Scott Colby

Darin watched in contented wonder as the soft, somber tones of his battered violin put his new wife to sleep. Arica looked so beautiful, so peaceful, her petite curves making a soft line against the worn linens. All in all,…

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“All Hail Lord Thistelonious!” (Part 2) by Scott Colby

Dinner was a flurry of uninteresting conversation interspersed with stupid questions and asinine declarations about my person and my lands. “Those long fingers must make you an expert piano player!” “Are you concerned at all that Pileaus might push to…

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“All Hail Lord Thistelonious!” (Part 1) by Scott Colby

I heard Lancois’s effusive voice clear as day from just beyond the other side of the thick black curtain. “Ladies and gentlemen…and Fenssaint the Spade…” The lords and ladies gathered in the ballroom chuckled politely at this, and I was…

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“Double Cross” (Part 2) by Scott Colby

The hulking twins were quicker than they looked. The one on the left feinted toward Simonez, distracting him so the one on the right could dart behind him and yank the merchant’s arms behind his back. His brother followed up…

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“Double Cross” (Part 1) by Scott Colby

Simonez didn’t like the look of the crew that came in through his shop’s back door. The twins came first, a burly pair of brutes with maybe a dozen teeth between them in their thick, blocky heads. Next came the…

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“Welcome to the Dying Lands, Thistle” (Part 2) by Scott Colby

I spent the night lying in the mud beside the dying fire, my hands tied behind my back and my feet lashed together. The cold, Mother-forsaken rain came down in sheets starting around midnight and then tailing off just before…

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“Welcome to the Dying Lands, Thistle” (Part 1) by Scott Colby

The closer I came to the mortal city, the more I realized I was completely out of my element. Perhaps it was the gradual fading of the Aiemer as I walked further and further from the fairy gate my mentor…

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“Imber’s Ocean of Glass” (Part 2) by Scott Colby

The old woman smiled and tottered off into the forest, disappearing through the charred arch and leaving Imber alone with his thoughts. Though he loved his home and its location, he’d only ended his journey because going further would’ve been…

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