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Chapter 18 – Midsummer
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Chapter 17 – The Council and the River
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Chapter 16 – The Wagon Home
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Chapter 15 – Grandfather’s Glass
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Journal Entry 2026-03-16
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Chapter 14 – What Grows Slow
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Journal Entry 2026-03-15
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Cracked Drywall
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Chapter 13 – Millie and the Narrow Woods
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Chapter 12 – Sand Day
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Chapter 11 – Rainy Afternoon
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Chapter 10 – The Argument
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Chapter 09 – Dirt Under His Nails
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Guardian Angels
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Chapter 08 – Under Glass
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Chapter 07 – The Rainbow Wall
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Chapter 06 – Rain and the River
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Chapter 05 – The Door
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Chapter 04 – The Sound of the Workshop
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Chapter 03 – The Community Table
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Chapter 18 – Midsummer
They started before dawn. Gerald woke to the kitchen — not the sounds he knew, not the low scrape of Mary’s first pot or the grate being cleared, but something bigger and earlier and already moving. Voices. The heavy drag of a bench across stone. Wynn’s instructions coming through the floorboards in a rhythm that
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Chapter 17 – The Council and the River
The basil had true leaves. Gerald saw them when he crouched at the row for the morning circuit, the brass watering can still cold against his palm. The seed leaves were there — the pale, round pair he had been watching since they appeared — but between them, pushing up from the centre of the
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Chapter 16 – The Wagon Home
The square fell behind them, and the streets began. Gerald had watched Strathcove arrive on the way in — the hedgerows thinning, the houses pressing closer, the sound of Barrel’s hooves changing from packed earth to cobblestone. Going back, the order reversed, but it did not feel like the same road unwound. Streets he had
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Chapter 15 – Grandfather’s Glass
The wagon was already moving when Gerald got his second boot on the step. He grabbed the side rail and pulled himself up onto the bench. Tom did not slow down and did not look over. The reins sat loose in his left hand, his right holding a folded list against his thigh, and Barrel
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Journal Entry 2026-03-16
Yea! The outline for Gerald Glass is complete! Now book 2 can get underway! Update: Chapters 1 & 2 where written today! I’m all warm and fuzzy inside!
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Chapter 14 – What Grows Slow
The basil had leaves. Gerald crouched at the end of the row and looked at them. Two small lobes, pale green, each one no wider than his smallest fingernail. They stood on a stem so thin that a water drop would bend it flat against the soil. The lobes were spread open, turned toward the
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Journal Entry 2026-03-15
Wow. I didn’t realize how long it’s been since I did anything with the website. Well today I hooked it up to Obsidian so I can post notes there and have them become blog entries on the site. I’ll also be posting some recent writing work I’ve been doing and a new series: The Life
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Cracked Drywall
The realtor said the house had good bones. She said this while standing in the kitchen, one hand on the laminate counter, the other gesturing at crown molding that had been painted over so many times it had lost its edges. She said it with the particular brightness of someone who’d been showing the same
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Chapter 13 – Millie and the Narrow Woods
Gerald was at the gate when Millie came across the yard. He had finished the morning circuit — chickens, woodbox, hall — and watered the basil row before Sable arrived. The soil was dark where he had poured. The greenhouse had held the night’s warmth in its panels and the air inside was thick and
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Chapter 12 – Sand Day
Pim woke him in the dark. Not with a shake or a call. Gerald opened his eyes to the sound of boots on the stairs — two careful steps, a pause, then the creak of his bedroom door swinging just wide enough for a voice to reach the bed. “Wagon in twenty minutes. Dress warm.”