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Journal Entry 2022-11-27
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47 Training Montague?
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46 Ps & Qs
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45 Beach Bum
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44 Time Out
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43 Flexing My Magic Muscle
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Journal Entry 2022-10-29
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42 The Beginning of the End
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41 More Tricks in my Bag
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Journal Entry 2022-10-23
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40 Get Ready for the Zombie Apocalypse!
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Journal Entry 2022-10-17
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39 Finding a Groove
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38 The Wheels on the Bus
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Journal Entry 2022-10-10
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37 Waiting Around
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36 Accidental Example
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Journal Entry 2022-09-27
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35 Going Off
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Journal Entry 2022-09-26
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Chapter 07 – The Rainbow Wall
The week ended where it had begun. Gerald crouched near the main gate with his knees in the packed dirt and a piece of glass in his hand. The sun was behind the house and the ridge, low enough that the light came in at an angle he had not seen before — long, reaching,
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Chapter 06 – Rain and the River
The rain came sideways. Gerald stood in the front hall with his arms through his coat sleeves and his boots still unlaced, watching through the glass panels beside the door. The water fell in thick, angled lines that blurred the workshop and the stables into grey shapes. The packed dirt of the yard was already
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Chapter 05 – The Door
Gerald heard the burn before he understood what had happened. A quick, wet sound — skin on hot steel — and then a sharp intake of breath that cut through the workshop’s hum. He was standing at the edge of the yard, near the well, as he did most mornings now after the chickens were
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Chapter 04 – The Sound of the Workshop
The days had a shape now. Gerald woke before the light was right, or just after, and the shape was already there — waiting in the cold floor under his feet and the hum through the walls. He dressed. He set the table. He swept the hall and moved the chairs. He filled the woodbox.
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Chapter 03 – The Community Table
Gerald picked up the split log on his way to the woodshed. He did not think about it. His hands found the two halves where they had lain since yesterday, bark side warming in the early light, the pale wood still damp where it had been pressed against the flagstones. He carried them with the
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Chapter 02 – The List
Wynn found him before he found her. He had come downstairs meaning to look for her — Da had said Wynn would tell him his duties. The morning was already moving around him, the kitchen sounds, the smell of porridge, the creak of the stair under his feet. But Wynn was in the front hall
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Chapter 01 – Eight
Gerald woke to the hum of the Hot House’s rune furnace. It sounded just like his dream. He could still feel it — the heat on his face, the bright gather of molten glass turning at the end of the pipe, the way his father’s hands moved it through the air like it weighed nothing.
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The Awakening
The morning Lira Voss turned ten, the world changed color. Not all at once. Not the way her mother described the harvest sunsets over the Greenvale, where the whole sky supposedly caught fire and the wheat fields burned gold from horizon to horizon. This was subtler. A shimmer at the edge of things, like heat
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Journal Entry 2022-12-05
Just got back from lunch and wanted to take a moment to keep pushing to build my daily blog habit up. Was having a conversation with a co-worker who has been out of the office for some time due to a broken leg and had one of those random thoughts that may end up being
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Journal Entry 2022-11-30
Trying to get back into the habit of consistently posting a JE and doing so at lunch… Yesterday I did a little shopping to replace some worn-out clothes, nothing fancy and I’ll call those Christmas presents, along with the spaghetti pot I had to buy too. I originally bought a little one from Walmart, and
