Category: Words
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Doubling Up
The Raconteuse and The Supplier returned to the bar area, having found Ford’s sprocket kit and a spare extension lead in one of the offices along the dark corridor near to the manager’s office; it was the extension they were after, but the kit was an added surprise. Nancy, the DJ, was now in full…
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The Rhythm Selection
Nancy walked confidently across the room, after speaking to the Gatekeeper, who provided his usual high level of security in the kiosk at the entrance. She sat at the bar, waiting to be served; Mimi and Tom were at the far end of the bar, and Denise was talking to Jenne on the stage, struggling,…
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A Name Like Any Other
“Pendragon… Pendragon Pendragon no, no… Petulance… definitely not… Purity… heavens to Betsy, no!” Queen Marigold chomped on a chocolate bar and waved the book in front of Cornelius’s face. “This is now the sixteenth book of ‘names’, none of which are in alphabetical order, and none even remotely resonate with me for the baby’s name.”…
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The Stairs
In the Mansion’s unused wing, there’s a staircase that links the ground floor to the first… the staircase fills most of the hallway it occupies, although it is possible to squeeze between the sides of the stairs to the space beneath. Under the stairs, there’s a trap door… a creaky, dusty, cobweb-covered hinged door that…
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The Saloon
Nutmeg Dolnoon slid the tankard of ale along the bar and into the thirsty clutches of Jake ‘Cesspit Yellowbelly’ Jones, as she began, and promptly stopped, serving Herbert Hatherthwaite with his spicy sarsaparilla; Maverick Mannering played wildly on the honky-tonk piano as Violet Dolnoon tried to sing and cancan along, in an attempt to diffuse…
The Mansionic Perspective 