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Death and Complications

The brasserie was silent except for the occasional clink of a glass, the turning of a page, the gentle glug of a drink being poured or the footsteps of the wait staff. In a corner, sat a woman dressed in … Continue reading

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Questions and Schnapps

Dipping a pen in golden ink, she drew a diagram in the air. Both gazed with an intense focus as they circled it. “Very elegant,” he said. “Danke,” she replied. A moment passed. “However…” “I know.” “Schnapps?” “Please.” Monsieur L’Horloge … Continue reading

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Bread And Wine

Mistress Rosamund lit the last candle at the rim of the salt circle on which sat a plate of fresh bread and an open bottle of wine. Taking a step back, she rang the tiny silver bell thrice. The dead … Continue reading

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In the Stacks

Zsófia slid through the stacks, her arms filled with books. Returning them to their correct and proper place was like a meditation for her. Once the last one was placed, she stopped and listened to the faint scritching of note … Continue reading

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Lost Things And Hot Chocolat

Olivia was very good at finding things. Everyone in her family were finders, mother called it their knack. Helena, her older sister always found the right thing to say, Theo, her younger brother could find the quickest way around the … Continue reading

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An Evening Stroll

He stopped by the grocer to pickup some root vegetables and fresh peas, then it was off to the meat market for some catoblepas tri tip. The butcher handed his order wrapped in bright red paper and Sergeant Arpin gave … Continue reading

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The Details, As Such

Gendarme Sergeant Arpin sighed. He had seen many worse sights but violence and it’s results always filled him with sorrow. He lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, his lungs resented this, as they always did, but it reminded him he … Continue reading

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