Tag: Short Story
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Knight’s Fail

“So, tellest me sire, why hast thine armour rusted?” “The rain, o wise one. The rain, and the walk you sent me on to retrieve the amulet of Lah.” “Didst thou not think to remove thine armour in the rain?” “I did not.” “No need to bow, sire, thoust will surely never straighten again. Continue,…
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High Noon at Dolnoon’s Saloon

The tumbleweed was the only thing moving along the dusty high street, baked by the blazing hot sun hovering directly overhead. The townsfolk were either in their homes barricading their windows, or in the saloon. Most, though, were in the saloon. Herbert Hatherthwaite sat on his usual stool at the corner of the bar, looking…


