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The Island

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The engine gave one final, choking sputter before the boat knocked against the decrepit dock. Now it was just a matter of getting my bags to the house. Rico had always been the working hub of the island, first to greet arrivals, and last to send them off. Though I suppose that might’ve changed now that the local ferry had cancelled service here, rerouting instead to the more developed islands...

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The Red Pumps? Or The Black?

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I sat and stared at the reduced selection sitting on my refectory table, my heart pounding as I internalized the gravity of that which was before me. Two choices tonight, and two only. My impending fate scribed in leather. Frozen now but formed of potential, and seeking. Always seeking. Aside from my limited options tonight had begun as it often did. Anathema arrived at my door, silent and...

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