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Trial
One. Two. Three— Tabby counted each step as she strode into the shadows.The darkness embraced her, umbral tendrils wrapping around her limbs like fingers, tugging at her to urge her forward. She offered no resistance. Wisps of deep violet and verdant hues danced in the black ether, offering scant light. They swirled about – over,…
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Silver Spire
NEVEREALM, DAY 286 The wolf has been following me for six months. He never comes into my camp and doesn’t seem to be hunting me. He just keeps his distance and watches. I’ve seen him at least once almost every day. Sometimes he has companions, three smaller wolves. Their presence is oddly reassuring. Occasionally he…
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The White Wolf
NEVEREALM, DAY 100 There’s been so much to do since arriving, so much to learn. I’ve done survival weeks before; Uncle Dave used to take me and the cousins up to Boundary Waters every summer to make sure we all touched grass at least once a year. We even did a one-month excursion into the…
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The Beast and the River
NEVEREALM, DAY 42 Something is hunting me. The creature has made an appearance three times in the last two days. It’s the size of a polar bear. Claws. Big teeth. Armored plates. It’s intelligent, too, or it would have attacked already. The thing is studying me, trying to figure me out. I’ll admit, I’m scared.…
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The Storm
NEVEREALM, DAY 23 A storm is building in the west, or at least what I’ve decided must be west in this place. I can feel the pressure building, and it’s colder this morning than it’s been since I arrived. Wind is blowing to the southeast, and it’s chilly. My campfire has been burning in one…
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Through the Looking Glass
Tabitha Truepenny stood before a pool a dozen feet across, the waters silver as elemental mercury. Teal, magenta, and violet of the Northern Lights reflected from its calm surface in swirling, dancing patterns. A gentle breeze swept over the Zen Family Estate nestled in the hills outside of Kyoto, Japan, the mild winter air cool…