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Thank you so much for your kind words, Vcs! I still think of this chapter from time to time, and how much I've grown from it. I've hit a rut involving shorts/prompt responses, but there are a few novels/novellas I'm working on. Just need to find the time and muse to power through.

Patch!! I'm so sorry for missing this comment! My condolensces for your dad's passing. Time can heal wounds, but if you ever need an open ear, you're always welcome to message me. It still gets to me knowing you come back to "Cernunnos" and "In the Shadows." Between writing new stuff and streaming on Twitch, I need to remind myself to eventually start editing/remastering this novel. You'll forever be my #1 reader, bud. I greatly appreciate you.

Sincere apologies for missing this comment! Haven't had many opportunities to let loose, as of recent. I'll be sure to schedule a drinking and writing night soon!

Terribly sorry for the late response. I'm so happy you enjoyed this little short! Harlow and Hale would, and will, make great kings.

Not me finding out about the "New Comments in My Stories" tool in the Writing tab. Also not me finding all these missed comments. I'm sorry, y'all! Life has been a little hectic as of late. How will husband and husband play now they're cats and dogs? Will Peter try eating Danny's tail? Will Danny bap Peter into oblivion with a fast and furious paw? Find out next time on Dragonpaw Z!

Don't know how I missed these comments! Thanks so much for reading, y'all! 💜

Yes, he's safe.

Seeing these line-by-line reactions are always a treat! And great. Now I'm going to be paranoid about sleep studies...

Writing medieval fantasy has been a delight! I'd love to revisit this little world again some day.

Looking at my to-write pile. Maybe one day... Tickled pink that you loved it, Doc 💜

Much appreciated, Gary! Thank you for reading!

I dub thee Sir Weinerdog, Master of Quips.

Aggie working at the age of ten is more of a memory callback for me. I started working for Dad at a grocery store meat department when I was around eight years old. Granted, it was weekends, and I was mostly putting tags on packages and stocking prepackaged goods, but it became a constant as to who I am as a person (work ethic, passionate about labor laws). Auggie, as a nickname, did come to mind. But the AUG assault rifle did as well. Aggie seemed like a comfortable nickname in replacement. It was lovely revisiting this short piece, as it strongly resembles my current working environment. Always appreciate your comments, Bill 💜

The longsword fell from his grip. Before it hit the dirt, the opposing steel point threatened his neck. It meant nothing, yet everything. He lost. “Again,” his foe ordered. Literally and figuratively in many a ways, he thought. Time and time again, I fail. At what point will I succeed? At what end— he backed away, eyeing the sharpness once more— will I meet my own? He sighed, rose, and collected his bulky weapon. It seemed childish. A grown man without the strength to wield the a