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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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“Imber’s Ocean of Glass” (Part 1) by Scott Colby

There once was a man named Imber. Imber lived alone in a tiny hut at the tip of a tiny sliver of of a cliff jutting out above the sea. He lived off the land, hunting and scavenging in the…

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“Thistle” (Part 2) by Scott Colby

I turned dejectedly toward the boat. It was gone. My guide had already taken it several hundred yards off into the sky. I was stranded. No doubt he was having a hearty laugh at my misfortune. I don’t think he…

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“Thistle” (Part 1) by Scott Colby

I’m not one to do things halfway. I’m a man with standards. When there’s a job to be done, you’d better believe I’m going to do it better than anyone around me could’ve. When I want something, I always make…

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