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“Please, forgive me this intrusion,” said a voice. Tawni was alone in the street. Over three weeks had passed since she annihilated the Kentonworths and was stabbed. Her wound had healed well in that time, and she was no longer walking with a cane. Tawni did not know who had spoken to her. “I’m sorry,” the voice added, “for coming to you like this.” Tawni looked around her in every direction. “Where are you?” She pulled out her blowgun. “I need help.” Tawni hesitated.
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Tawni had a pen in one hand, and a notebook was open on her table in front of her. She began to write. To each of the formerly powerful families in the city of Stonespire, This island does not belong to you. If you act like the Kentonworths, your fate will be the same as theirs. Keep to your luxurious homes if you wish to remain unmurdered, or join the masses of dead Kentonworths. Do not attempt retaliation. Do not even dare to dream that you have the power to ret
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Tawni was staring at the complex lock that barred her way to the basement. The advanced protection device was built right into the door, and it required a five-digit code. “Dammit,” she growled. With one hand, she was attempting to keep pressure on her low back, and she was trying to ignore the pain that was screaming from the knife wound. “Please don’t kill me!” a voice squeaked behind Tawni, and she spun around with her blowgun against her lips. A young woman with a mop and a
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Tawni and Xylda were headed in one direction on their way to the poison garden, and Bix was going the other way toward the Lighthouse Bookstore. Less than three minutes after they separated, Tawni and Xylda were at the opposite end of the town square from Bix, when Bix’s voice suddenly rang out in anger and fear. Tawni and Xylda spun around in time to see Bix grabbed by a group of men and thrown into a carriage that raced away. “Bix, nooo!” Tawni cried as she rushed in the direct
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Duke Kentonworth was holding another NO note in his shaking hands. He was filled with rage. Tawni had rejected meeting up with him. Her denial made him feel ineffective and inferior, feelings he was not used to feeling. He was used to giving orders and being obeyed. He wished he had some advantage over Tawni that he could utilize to force her to do his bidding, and a realization entered his mind. He leapt up from behind his desk with enough energy that his chair toppled backward. He left i
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It was morning. A Kentonworth guard had received Tawni’s note from a deliveryman, and it was now lying on the desk in front of Duke Kentonworth. He was confused. He was staring at the single word on the page. Tawni had not even signed it The Librarian this time. The folded paper simply had Duke Kentonworth’s name on the outside, and NO on the inside. “What does she mean no?” he asked his empty study. He was alone. He was not angry; he was feeling more perplexed than anything. He turne
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Chapter 53 - Cute Bartender
Adam Andrews Johnson commented on Adam Andrews Johnson's story chapter in Chapter 53 - Cute Bartender
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“Which one of us gets to go next?” Tawni asked as Xylda reemerged from the dark house. The trio of young women were standing together in front of the derelict building. Olde Mama Willow was still inside, and the other three inhabitants were together on the moldering porch staring at Tawni, Bix, and Xylda. “I think maybe we should just head back down the mountain,” Xylda replied to Tawni’s inquiry. She glanced at the women on the porch. “Come on.” Bix was confused and a little dis
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“Ta-da!” Xylda exclaimed. Positioned right at the border, where the field of flowers met the forest that stretched down the mountain’s slopes, was a crumbling structure with the babbling brook flowing beside it and into the trees. The roof of the moldering building had an enormous hole in it, and its front doors were barely clinging to their hinges. An old waterwheel sat in the stream, but it was no longer attached to the building, and it was not turning. The top of the wheel was leaning ag
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Xylda let out a rapturous moan. “It feels soooo good.” She was in the bubbling mud pool up to her neck, and she had smeared a thin layer of the grey-brown glop on her cheeks and forehead. “And it’s rejuvenating for the skin.” “It feels really lovely,” Bix agreed in a breathy voice. Her eyes were closed. She had stripped down to nothing and gotten right into the mud with Xylda. Bix was leaning back against the side with her arms stretched out and her cleavage right at the surface. She had ru
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Tawni awoke alone in bed. She had fallen asleep next to Bix, but Bix was gone. Tawni suspected she had headed down to grab some food from the root cellar for breakfast, and Tawni made her way to the first floor, but Bix was not there. Tawni planned to check the roof of the building next, with the thought that Bix might be watching the sunrise, but as Tawni reached the second floor, she paused. She pulled open the door that led to the hall with her little curated library at the end. Before she re
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With the death of Ithial, the Grondsen family had no living members remaining. Many of the joiners from the early days after the plague were still alive, but no one now dwelt in the manor, and the fortune was contested. Duke Kentonworth was preparing his proposal. His accountant, Crontin, was with him. There was also a pair of advisors, and a secretary was taking notes. “Duke, how did none of us know this?” one of the advisors asked, holding up the birth certificates and documentatio
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Tawni was holding the slip of paper with the name of the next person Duke Kentonworth wished to have eliminated, and she looked very satisfied as she approached Bix and Xylda. Duke Kentonworth would be paying four-thousand old world dollars for Tawni to eliminate another Grondsen, the final remaining true Grondsen, the psychopath and necrophile, Ithial. “What does it say?” Bix asked. Xylda had learned to read for her chemistry training, and Tawni handed the tiny note to her. “Ithial G
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The trio chatted as they wandered the streets together, but after a few blocks, Bix noticed where Tawni was leading them. Neither said anything about the location they were approaching, and when they reached a specific intersection, Tawni paused to look up the street. “Bix,” she said under her breath, and she nodded in the direction she had glanced. “I see it,” Bix confirmed in a quiet groan. Xylda was very curious. “What… what do you two see?” “Duke Kenton… I mean, Toady a
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The trio did not speak for several minutes as they ate. Tawni was the first to comment. “Xylda, I like your tattoos.” Xylda set down her fork and held up her hands, wiggling her fingers at Tawni and Bix. “Knuckle tattoos hurt.” “Do you have other tattoos?” Tawni asked. “Yeah, I’ve got a tardigrade on one of my thighs and an axolotl on the other.” Xylda gave the pair a flirty wink. “Thighs are one of the sluttiest places to get tattooed.” Tawni gasped in embarrassment, an
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Tawni and Bix were alone together on the rooftop of their home. It was night, and the stars were sparkling above them. “Bix, what do you think about Xylda?” “Well,” Bix replied with a chuckle, “I will say I was surprised that your Xylda was the same Xylda I knew, but I was not expecting what she told us.” Bix’s smile faded a little. “I get that you like her, and I admit, she’s quite captivating, and she’s obviously not here on a mission of the royals, but like Pan said, my desires are
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“I knew a trans woman named Xylda,” Bix informed Tawni, “back in Falland. But this Xylda can’t be her, can it?” Tawni did not know. “I didn’t ask her where she was from, and I only talked to her for a minute before coming home to you. Who was the Xylda you knew?” “I didn’t really know her. I just know she was part of the Fallandish court. Your Xylda can’t be that Xylda.” Tawni very much enjoyed Bix saying your Xylda, and it felt like Bix’s hurt had diminished. The pair ate so
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“Won’t you sit with me for a while and dry off?” Xylda asked, gesturing at the seat across from her in the sun. “Unless you wanna go somewhere more private to take those clothes off and hang them up.” She flashed Tawni a wink. “M-my… girlfriend… is wa-waiting for me,” Tawni managed in a libidinous stammer. It was the first time Tawni had referred to Bix as her girlfriend aloud, and saying it made her heart flutter, but she could not deny how badly she wanted to join Xylda. Xylda smirke
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Tawni and Bix were walking back from the Alphabet District. They were almost home, when a small sinkhole gave out under Tawni and sucked one of her legs down into a shallow mud puddle up to her knee. She was uninjured, but the thick mud had splashed up her thigh and even splattered on her shirt and forearms. “What the heck?!” she yelled at the little opening in the earth. Bix tried not to laugh, and she reached down to help Tawni out of the mud. Tawni grabbed Bix’s hand, and she
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A few hours later, the young women had eaten some breakfast and made their way across town to the Alphabet District. When they arrived at the outreach center, they were greeted by Celestial Openings, who instantly burst into tears at the sight of them. He wrapped the pair in a tight hug, and he could not get out any explanation through his sobs. Pan Cakes came rushing into the kitchen in a panic, worried Celest had injured himself, but she broke out in a laugh at the sight of the bearded q
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A week had passed since the Gria job. It was morning, and the sun was rising over the island of Stonespire. Tawni and Bix were asleep together in bed. The world was quiet. Tawni was the first to rise. She sat up and stretched. Her movements disturbed Bix, who groaned next to her. “Good morning, sugar,” Tawni whispered, leaning down and kissing Bix’s temple. Bix’s eyes were still closed, and she grinned wide at the affection. “Did you sleep well?” Tawni asked.
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Many leagues away from the island of Stonespire, and far inland on the continent where the palace of the king and queen of Falland stood, news of their slaughtered nobles had finally reached them. “What are you talking about, Corporal Ungo?” the queen asked in a growl that was like the rumble of thunder. She was glaring at the man who had just delivered his message. “You’ve been hunting that little otter for months!” Corporal Ungo replied to the queen in a quavering voice. “It was ear
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Tawni and Bix were together on the roof of their building. Tawni was holding a pair of binoculars to her eyes, and she was pointing out over the city. The intersection she had mentioned in her note to Duke Kentonworth was more than ten city blocks away, but Tawni had chosen that specific spot because she knew she could periodically check on it from her home without going anywhere near the manual crosswalk signal or the ventilation shaft. “The pendant is red.” Bix groaned. “The d
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A week passed, and another note had been delivered to the Kentonworth family estate by another random child. Duke Kentonworth was holding the folded paper, and he was scowling at the words that were written on it. He had not liked the way Tawni talked down to him in her first letter, and her second one felt even more demeaning. Duke Kentonworth was really beginning to hate the ghost. He hated Tawni’s perfect penmanship, hated that she was no longer coming to him in person, hated the way sh
