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[!] The notice would have been torn down, ripped from noticeboards and otherwise made to disappear, gone with the wind.

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A senile, aged ‘Aheral predating Anthos, would look upon the flier, a toothy grin crawling onto his face as he’d burst out into a deranged fit of laughter. “It’s even funnier the twenty-third time!”

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Elenora Zytiaear, despite being tucked away in her locked down house, smells a smell. A smelly smell that smells smelly. 
"Maln said he was done. But he is never done. Wonder how he will burn this one down."

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Beneath smouldering timber ribs that had once been a cottage, but now closely resembled the long-beached carcass of some infant Cetacea, lay nestled a tiny hewn rock cellar...

 

Ripplewick was perched on a stool in this cellar with his cheek in his hand, mouth ajar. He watched a single plain potato roast slowly on a spit over a hushed fire with no wood or fuel beneath it. He stood and paced, five steps from one char-blackened wall to the next, keeping his sorry little spud in eyeshot all the while.

 

In one corner of this room lived a wobbly alder table, itself domicile to an assortment of tomes and papers and several stumpy wax candles. The wizard ceased his pacing to visit this corner and at once, the cooking fire withdrew, its absence submerging the cellar in pitch blackness. There was the smell of smoke and then nothing.

 

Atop each candle on the table, tiny sparks crept into existence. A moment later, each candle fully incandesced with jam-coloureflame, basking the disorder of documents in a flickering purple-red glow. Ripplewick moved aside his first-edition copy of  'Sprites: Friend or Foe? (& Other Advice for Lonely Men)'. Beneath it, for safekeeping, he had placed his copy of the notice from The Enchantry, which he'd nabbed from a noticeboard earlier in the day.

 

Taking this, and munching his crispy spud, Ripplewick left his cellar for Lorena's Wharf IV, his tip of his hat bobbing along at each step.

 

 

 

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