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Two Gendarmes

“It was more or less of a coincidence,” said Sergeant Gendarme Arpin. Mistress Rosamund took a deep drag of her cigarillo and regarded Arpin and Detective Durand sitting in her back office. One gendarme visiting was irritating but easy enough … Continue reading

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Beginnings and Webs

From the archives of the Coterie du Honor. Our Chevaliers have fought in many conflicts over time from the Oni Rebellion, the Hunt for Le Barbe Bleue and the ongoing Oil Paint War. While many have fallen, we have never … Continue reading

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Precise Protection

Monsieur L’Horloge, meticulously placed the tiny gears in the order that he removed each one from the chronoton. Adjusting his magnifying rig, he checked to see if there was any dust or other outside contaminates in the interior. Normally, work … Continue reading

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Talk and Tuxedo

Novice Hortense scrubbed the red stones of the vestry while the tuxedo cat watched. As unappealing as the task was, she reminded herself that there were worse things. Far worse. “I see, I see,” said the novice, “I was just … Continue reading

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Not Here Either

Olivia’s knack didn’t usually work this way. Finding the other earring wasn’t difficult, but retrieving became very involved. It was hanging from a chain around the neck of seller of lost hats. He swore that it he would never part … Continue reading

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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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