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Circulation: 193,049,732 |
Issue: 676 | 16th day of Sleeping, Y17 |
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 | Woe to the One who Deals with SlothI shouldn't have looked out the window that day.
by flufflepuff |  | Friday: The CurseKelp is the most exclusive restaurant situated in the depths of Maraqua City. It is reserved solely for the elite who are willing to pay a premium for tasty, exotic meals...
by vanquishee |  | From Dawn to DuskThe air was hazy as Theodore descended onto the landscape of his favourite planet, Neopia. Where, or perhaps when, he was landing was...
by azienskieth |  | Of Time Machines and Banana Cookies"I didn't want to get your hopes up if it didn't work. Time travel's already a proven concept, it's just incredibly hard to pull off."
by opossumman |  | Hijohu and Gabreilla2323Hijohu sighed happily against the shop window, which misted at the warmth of his breath. For an Ice Bruce he sure did have a lot of warmth inside...
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by nycflowergirl |  | All For Want OfCybele groaned, weakly struggling in vain to take back the blanket now held by the giggling four-year old. The frozen panic of a nightmare began to ebb away...
by miharu_mizuneko |  | Avarice"Do you wish to have your fortune told?" the white Aisha gypsy asked with a silvery voice.
by pillsi |  | Garjan's Borrowed TimeGarjan could not believe how ungrateful Pystry was being. Apparently this benighted Mutant Hissi didn't realize that the opportunity to assist someone of Garjan's eminence was a privilege he didn't lightly bestow.
by peirigill |  | ParadoxEven by the standards of dark nights, that one was dark. There weren't even stars to see by, just a blanket of cloud blocking out all light.
by herdygerdy |  | Vanished"Friends," Altador said quietly, "we are gathered today to discuss the matter of the Betrayer."
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Hotshots: Part Seven Roane was up late working. Frustratingly late. Mortman crouched, watching the window, though if he had to crouch much longer his muscles would seize up. He'd sent Kanrik and Paselle to check the perimeter.
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