fantasy
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The bell above my door rings and my heart jolts in my chest, sending a rush of adrenaline through my veins. I am torn; comfortable in my state of near-hibernation, reluctant to move… But this is my first visitor in months, drawn in by the ever-burning flame at the top of my tower—a waypoint in…
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The oak tree stood vigil on the roadside. Travellers passed by along with the seasons and the tree saw the flourish of life and the rot of death, ever silent in its watch. And so it was that, on this particular morning, it felt a tug upon one of its lower branches; a sturdy limb…
