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Page Scrawler

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  1. The Door Left Open Elaris, the day of thresholds and caution* Starcall, twilight—when endings hover and change begins It began with a door. Not slammed. Not even shut loudly. Just… left ajar. Ailin had gone to the well for water before Starcall. The light had nearly gone by the time he returned, the kitchen door—usually bolted, always secured before the light faded—was open a sliver. The fading sky threw its last gleam across the threshold, casting long gold into the quiet r
  2. Currently preparing for a family vacation in the Olympic Peninsula. I've always wanted to visit Washington state, and I'm finally gonna make that dream a reality.
  3. Hey, Nicky! You look nice and green today, Your Froginess.
  4. @Flip-Flop I noticed a continuity error in the last chapter. Towards the end, the calendar jumped from Vena (Wednesday) to Auryn (Saturday). The passage has been corrected, so it makes sense now.
  5. I never suggested anything of the sort. That was your interpretation of Spikey's words.
  6. Jellyfish. You just suggested that Bucket should let the Wallabies rugby team form a naked Conga line through his bedroom...yet, somehow, Spike is the pervy one? By any chance, do you also have a bridge for sale in Brooklyn?
  7. These kids are always so wholesome.
  8. Right, right. Then, would you care to explain why you used this face in your earlier comment?
  9. Clo. I have a message from Spikey: Stop perving out!
  10. It wasn't my intention to "hide" the content; merely collapse it to prevent disruptions in reading the comments. I can include it in the chapter notes from now on.
  11. Sounds lovely. Does the shower come with a hunky Italian guy pre-installed?
  12. The First Word Noxen, the day of rest and secrets — Veilhour, when things begin to calm The bakery was quiet in the deep hush of Veilhour, long after the loaves had cooled and the shutters had been latched against the wind. The warm scent of baked fruit still lingered in the rafters, and the fire in the hearth had burned down to a cradle of red embers. Jaren sat alone at the kneading table, working a small lump of dough between his palms—not for baking, not for sale. Just to feel
  13. I think I'll make this for dinner tomorrow. https://www.tasteofhome.com/recipes/southwestern-beef-and-rice-skillet/
  14. I feel the same way about the Algebra, only it was Spaceballs we had to endure.
  15. Hey, B. Sorry about that.
  16. Have you been eating that maggot-cheese lately?
  17. Oh, and here's a brief explanation of the weekly and hourly calendar.
  18. Here’s a new chapter of my latest story.
  19. A new chapter is available.
  20. In the Temple of the Whispering Reeds Lunel, during Duskgold The temple grounds were hushed as ever—rows of stone paths weaving through pale reeds that rustled only in the wind. High walls, blank of carving or inscription, enclosed the cloister in a ring of deliberate silence. Birds never lingered long near the Temple of the Whispering Reeds. Even the river nearby whispered less when it passed by. It was Lunel, the fifth day of the week—sacred to the moon, to emotion and reflectio
  21. Sorry to hear that, B.
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