Original Fiction
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November 15-17
Darling Karolus – I know not if this letter will get to you, or when it will get to you. Even more doubtful than the Hawk is tonight’s chosen delivery method – a message in a bottle, along a river that runs we know not where. But there is no other way we can see to get news out, and so, it is what we are trying. You know I hate the major arcana showing up in small readings. I hate it even more when they are literal. The night of the Hawk, we all settled down for hopefully a good night’s rest (while still keeping watches), expecting to spend…
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November 10-14
Dearest Karolus – Even as I write this, I have no idea if it will get to you, but there is a Hawk sitting near us, something strapped to his leg, that looks as if it will hold letters. We are all writing letters tonight. I expect Nadzia will try and instruct him on where to go, but given that he arrived here seemingly on his own, I think that maybe he will know already. You may wonder what happened to the homing pigeons, or, with any luck, you may be wondering why all the homing pigeons came back together, carrying nothing after the last letter. As we entered the…
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November 7-9
Dearest Karolus – It seems as if it has been forever since I last had a chance to sit and write to you, but in truth, it has only been a little more than a week. However, the last few days have felt longer than normal. We reached the foothills of the mountains only two days after I sent the last letter off with the traveler. I was certain we would need to pass along the foothills and down into the swamps, based on the what I had been witnessing from the crows. Dymek believed, based on the nature of our quest, that we would need to turn into foothills…
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November 4-6
Darling Karolus – Tonight we are sharing a campfire with a traveler heading back the way we came. It is possible this letter will reach the village even before you do, so you will have it, as well as my first one, waiting upon your return. Perhaps a few days in is a little early to send a letter, but I have no idea when the next chance will come, so feel I most take advantage. Our first few days have been rather uneventful. Dymek and I have agreed on the direction the portents are taking us, for now, though I think we both have some preconceived notions of where…
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November 1-3
My Dearest Karolus – I hated leaving while you were away, but portents are portents, and reading the flight paths of the crows, I knew we had to begin our journey now, or the time might never come again. The truth is, we got very little warning. It had been all geese flying overhead for weeks, just a normal fall. And then one morning, in between the flocks, I saw the crows. At first, there were only a couple of them, and I hoped it was an anomaly. But by the afternoon, it was obvious, I knew that was not the case. The crows were leaving, and that meant it…
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#OriginalFiction – November 30
She picked up the bottom half of the stack, wondering what came after the tear stained letter. She found letters started but never finished, written with a different hand. It was much sloppier, and so much was scratched or crossed out, she could not read it. She also found newspaper clippings pasted to sheets of paper. One announced the marriage of Therese Arden to Alastair Farnum. Under it was a birth announcement for Addison Farnum. The next page had the marriage announcement of Abraham Milner to Elise Brighton, and then the birth announcement for Marion Milner. The second to last page was also a newspaper clipping, announcing the engagement of…
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#OriginalFiction – November 27, 28, 29
She tried to process what she was learning. “So my Grandpa bought the land from Ms. Maggie’s Grandpa… on her mother’s side,” she added to try and keep things clear. “He did indeed. After Abe’s wife died, he had a hard time being home. Ended up moving into the carriage house on the Farnum estate.” Mr. Timms let out a hard laugh. “Funniest thing ever, it was. He and Alastair Farnum, Marion’s father-in-law, became nearly inseparable. Two old widowers who never would have spoken to each other when they were young, suddenly spending all their time together playing chess.” And there was the AF that was the right age. Could…
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#OriginalFiction – November 24, 25, 26
Saturday afternoons at the diner tended to be quiet, just the regulars in, those who almost never cooked for themselves. Today was no exception, except that the diner was not actually quiet. Everyone who was there was still talking about the land sale, about what the influx of construction workers and then tourists would mean for the local economy. Just about everyone asked her what she thought about it. After all, the family diner certainly stood to benefit, and her family lived right near the property. There was plenty of speculation about whether or not the developer would want to buy her family home, too. And also plenty of advice,…
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#OriginalFiction – November 23
“That’s a lot of assumptions you’re making, Minuet.” Dorian almost never used her full name. She looked over at him as he pulled the car into the diner parking lot. “What do you mean?” “Well, one, you are assuming the guy these letters were sent to got them, and he left them in that shack. But the letters might never have been sent. The cousin she mentions giving them might have hidden them there. Her father might have caught on and actually hidden the letters there. Or she might have lost her nerve and never sent them, and hidden them there later.” He shut down the engine and turned to…
