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“Multiple hands instantly rose from the water, and grabbed Sophie at her wrists, at her ankles, at her throat!
She tried to call upon her second guardian in her hair but air couldn’t get in nor out. “Ladybug, ladybug, LADYBUG!” she thought the loudest she could! Everything went black.
Sophie woke up in the barn, her hands clenched around her neck, remains of a squashed insect inbetween.
Anyone could have interpreted this a very bad dream, if she wasn’t soaked, and covered with water lentils. The river, in contrast, had dried up overnight, and has never run again. People went seeking for a culprit, of course. But Sophie had fled through the woods screaming and didn’t come back.”
Anne of Maumesnil, Prose from the Path
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The whole roommate story is starting to blow over, there are fallouts from time to time which demand my attention, but it should go better from here.
For now, the page is on time and that’s already something 🙂
Thank you for bearing with me!
I find it interesting that you reference ‘Prose from the Path’. Perhaps I should read it on one of my journeys back to Kizh from the capital?
Maumesnil’s short novels are certainly popular in Nomblau, and have been for a while now. And, who knows what’s next in your career?
wow, that got is a jerk huh. makes me think it’s not really the goat, but instead the dead guy’s ghost.
Well to the goat’s defense, it does get uneventful around there. When else is she supposed to get entertainment?
I can’t wait to see what’s up!
I’m glad to hear the roommate thing is being resolved, you all shouldn’t have to deal with that drama.
Haha no one should, really. It’s not entirely over, there are still ripples, but DO I want to put this behind me!
See you next week for the reveal 😉