Magic Under Arrest._The hills are alive with the scent of magic_A Millennium Hoard_Somewhere near yo
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Magic Under Arrest.
CASE REPORTDetective John LakorMarch 7thKibuye Police PostThe Commanding Officer,Additional requests; Change in Partner Psychiatric leaveIn addition to the case report of the robbery at Kizungu, Kabali-Kaggwa Street, House No.789 on March 1st at 0400hrs, I write this report to request a change in partner and a psychiatric leave of two weeks. This report may not be the usual brevity required for a case report but I seek to extinguish any doubt as concerns my additional requests and will go into full detail of what has been happening.8 months ago, Detective De...
The hills are alive with the scent of magic
Claudia unlocked the ancient wooden door. She pushed the door open, its rusty hinges cwww.onedoor.ccreaking loudly in resistance, and, stooping, stepped inside the tiny stone house, dust drifting onto her shoulders from the doorframe.It had been years since she’d visited the place, and the return was bittersweet. Nonna had been sick for a while–she’d never fully recovered from the loss of Nonno—but it was still incredibly sad when she passed. Nonna herself hadn’t visited the cottage in the hills for a long while, choosing to stay in the apartment above the shop that Nonno had managed when he was alive, whic...
A Millennium Hoard
Four million six hundred thousand and eighty-seven, four million six hundred thousand and eighty-eight, four million six hundred thousand… Nearly seven days had passed since he began and almost every relic, coin, gem, weapon, bone, miscellaneous magical artifact, and whatever-else-have-you was categorized and accounted for. This was easily his largest hoard yet, and though Wyrith had kept only his most favourite thousand or so rubies from his preceding collection, this hoard was already more than double his last largest one.Wyrith paused his counting and gazed about his caves of riches. Now ho...
Somewhere near you
It has been years since I am a teenager now. I am here alive and breathing but she’s not. I still remember that sweet peach smell she gave off. I tried looking for every product with the peach smell but none of them were like the enchanting smell she gave off. But who am I kidding with? I am standing here alone at the bus station; the exact location where she had her accident. I wouldn’t have blurted out my feelings for her if I had known what was about to happen that day. Only if I knew that my life was going to be tangled right here on this road. My one-sided crush died here. The weird thing...