Inside the Door

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Inside the Door (167 Words)

At the end of the road was a house. At the front of the house was a door.

For a moment Elle stood staring at the door. It was so familiar in memory that it was strange to see it in real life. Even the wreath was the same, although the flowers were certainly fresh.

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South for the Winter

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South for the Winter (233 Words)

The air was cold, but with the morning sun softening the clouds in pinks and grays, it looked like it should be warm.

“I have to go,” Lanna said out loud.

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Honeysuckle Morning #writephoto

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Honeysuckle Morning (213 Words)

“I thought I might find you here.”

Llwan raised his head. His mouth crooked when he saw her and he raised his flask in a half-salute. Gina sat beside him. She took the flask from his loose grip and sniffed.

“Honeysuckle?”

“The best.” The elf moved so she could sit beside him. “It’s very bracing.”

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Elf at Oars

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Elf at Oars (167 Words)

“It’s fifteen past eleven. Where is he?”

Roran met the young woman’s anxious eyes with dispassion. “It was your idea to steal the key in broad daylight,” he said. “That was wise. We cannot be hunted by the blood-drinkers at day and the human guards are not so clever. But it was also your idea to have Larus arrange our getaway.”

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