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The Rickety Ship: Gone Fishing
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 The Legacy of the Black Pawkeet: Part Three
As I cut some vegetables to add to the omelets, my sharp ears picked up the sound of footsteps approaching my house. Who could that be? None of the other villagers were usually up at this hour. It couldn’t be a group of young’uns trying to play a prank either; these footsteps belonged to adult men. I bit my lip nervously and headed toward the backdoor, keeping a tight grip on the knife I’d been using. Also by medit92
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 Peril in Brightvale's Beryl Meadows
The sisters treaded through lush green meadows, enjoying the vibrant voices of the birds as they approached their new home in Brightvale. The comforting breeze loosened leaves from their branches and danced upon the ladies' skin. Their hair twirled in the wind, reflecting bright sunshine. The grass was slightly dewy from the previous night's rainfall. When they reached their beautiful abode, they gazed in awe at its contents.
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