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I have never been what anyone would necessarily call a slow writer. I’ve had more than one day in the past when I wrote five thousand words. But they have usually come between thousand or two thousand word days when I had time to edit and do other things. I’ve always been a believer in […]

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Part Three Part Four I had never been on a honeymoon before. It started as a very wonderful experience. On Monday morning, we had Race and Spence get out the air coach, and we flew from estate to estate like wanderers. I had never visited any of my estates other than my palace in Constantinople, […]

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Part One Part Two I woke up the next morning with my arms around the elf girl. There was a strangeness that I could not identify, something missing, perhaps? I just didn’t know what seemed to be different. Having my arms around a woman was certainly different, but that was something added, not something missing. […]

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Part Six Part Seven The four of us sat there in our own little worlds. Spence and Race were on opposite ends of the couch, both messaging people elsewhere and going through files, either in private archives or on the Omniscience. Nicky was deep in thought on my reclining chair. I was at my desk […]

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Part Five Part Six We parked the coach in the coach house of Nicky’s building and walked the four blocks to the bar. It was nice to be able to do so with Percival and Walpole controlling the weather for the three of us, having a dry bubble to walk in and not being buffeted […]

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Part Four Part Five That night, I slept in my own bed for the first time in at least six weeks. When we arrived, Spence and Race helped me unload the coach of various things that I had accumulated that they had not already teleported to my home. That included, among other things, my copy […]

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Part One We flew into the coach house of my French chateau. I could see as we came in that the chateau had been fully expanded. Race had farspoken ahead, so Antoine and Jacques were there to meet us. “How is everything going, gentlemen?” I asked as I stepped down from the coach. Preview Open

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Part Eight Part Nine We came back down, and Walpole and Percival prepared a special midday meal for me. They served a haggis and other Scottish delights. After we had eaten, they pulled out a deck of cards and small bottle of whisky. They magicked up some tumblers and ice, and we had a very […]

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Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four I tried to see the fabled city through the sheets of rain below the coach. There were a few spires and blobs of buildings visible, but with the current weather, I wouldn’t have been able to tell a new building from one that was fifteen hundred years […]

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