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mr. buggy bear My little sister has this bear, this really grumpy looking teddy bear that she pushes around in an ancient baby carriage she found at a yard sale. She calls him Mr.

the oracle tower The oracle tower sits in an otherwise empty field, a looming monolith of wood and metal and whatever else oracle towers are made from. It doesn’t move unless it’s being consulted,

perpetual teatime My grandmother is a bit on the eccentric side. My father always says it’s because she has too much money, but he gets weird about money things so I’m not really sure

sentinels At first there were complaints about the noise. Not that anyone knows what the noise is, precisely, even though it is rather loud. Whatever it is inside the building, echoing and humming and

heart-shaped cage Sting told me if I love somebody I should set them free. I doubt Sting ever loved anyone with wings. If he did he might rethink such a stupid sentiment. I suppose

prelude to the hunt The jewellery is a distraction. Distraction is a key element of the prelude to the hunt. They never realize that. Shiny objects are highly effective. Perhaps some buried instinct tells