#19. Whatever Happened To Mary Reed?

Mary Reed was the wife of Timnir Reed, the butcher. She was a beautiful woman, and by all accounts a kind woman. When she disappeared from Lover’s Hill some fourty years ago, she was missed by many who lived near the docks. Oh, but whatever happened to Mary Reed? Timnir Reed still lives in the…

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#18. The Longest Winter

Preya stood on the bank of the icy stream and paused to catch her breath. She did not think she would catch him, but she had to keep trying. He was her da, and he had always taken care of her. The tracks he was leaving in the snow would not last. The tiny spots…

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#17. The Bells of Hell Forever Echo (The Captain’s Lady)

The Captain’s got his boots on, he’s heading out the door Leaving his lady alone, thinking, “He don’t love me no more” He’s tired of all this bullshit He’s going back to war If heaven is as heaven does then this is hell for sure -from “The Captain and the Hourglass”, by Laura Marling He…

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#16. Ess and Em (The Long Noose)

“The Captain said that you could do this thing.” “This is an unholy thing you ask.” “But you will do it?” “Certainly. Our order owes much to Captain Marsh. Also, you have paid well, and you will pay yet more.” “So much more. I will send so many through his gates that he may name…

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#15. The Morning After

The morning mist be a shroud for the shadows, clear and dying But underneath the morning mist you’ll find them dead and lying -from “The Morning After The Night of The Dead”, by Fjorn, the bard of Augusta, Georgia No one spoke. They stood on the street and stared in, some holding their noses. Poor…

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#14. The Loyal Man, The Gatekeeper

“Gods help me gods help me gods help me…” Rennick thought. Desperation had caught hold in the root of him. He was sweating underneath his heavy, oiled rain cloak, and the rain had collected in his boots. He walked briskly, twisting and turning down wet back alleys, occasionally clambering over mounds of refuse that blocked…

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#13. To Speak of Killers and Killings

The young man took a long draw from the clay pipe, savoring the rich, foreign tobacco. He took one more draw, then snapped the tip off of the clay mouthpiece, and handed the pipe back to the old woman. Through the haze of blue smoke, the old woman grinned. “You like the tobacco, do you?…

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#12. A Short Noose Still Attached

Verne was convinced, and if Verne was convinced, Trevel was convinced as well. “They carried her out the back of the house in some kind of shroud and there was a short noose still attached to her. She was not burned. She must have been dead afore the house ever caught fire is what I…

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#11. A Bargain

Somi was quite happy with her purchase. The Captain had told her to wait until the next No-Moon to use it though, and wait she had. She had sat and stared at the crystal and its little prisoner for hours, captivated. The time was drawing near though… The Captain had told her that it would…

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#10. A Transference of Red (The Wash Boy, Part 2)

Brindi dropped an armload of dirty tankards in front of the wash boy and leaned in over the counter to whisper in his ear. “What did it say?” The wash boy raked the tankards into the wash basin, and replied, “It said, ‘This Is Loveless’, written in blood on a big stone nearby.” Brindi’s eyes went wide,…

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