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Everyday Drabbles #449: The Game

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The old woman sat on the floor, knees pulled to her chest. The brown folds of her dress covered her features like sedimentary layers. She held the blue hexagonal tile loosely in her hand, tapping it against the side of her jaw, deep in thought.
The pattern was spread out before her, a horizon of browns and grays. She hovered the blue tile over a few empty spots, looking for the best placement. She smiled, and slotted the piece where it belonged. The board whirred to life, and a cascade of tiles flipped to green.
“Nice move,” her opponent huffed.

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Everyday Drabbles: A Nearly Perfect Crime

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When she died after a sudden illness, the public was shocked, but attributed it to accident. People shook their heads and said that everyone knew you were supposed to use distilled water in a Neti Pot. Still, it was a shame, they said.
The police were ready to rule it an accidental death, but one detective wasn’t so sure. He searched the house again, and found the bottle she had supposedly used. It came back free of microbes, so he dusted it for prints, and the murderer hand’t thought to rinse them from the bottle when he made the switch.

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Everyday Drabbles #447: The Alchemist

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In his sanctum, the alchemist carefully poured the glowing, boiling contents of the cauldron into a copper vessel.
As the liquid cooled, it would transform into a potion of wondrous healing. As he waited the alchemist reflected on his mighty accomplishment. He had once again walked that fine line between reason and faith, magic and science. He’d mastered the elements, and bent them to his will. He was satisfied.
Three months later, the adventurer thumbed the stopper and drank the potion in a single gulp, trying not to gag. She wondered bitterly why those guys couldn’t make them taste better.

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Everyday Drabbles #446: The Squire

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Her ambition was to be a squire. She wanted to serve a gallant knight in service to a great house or cause, and someday take up arms herself.
She made herself up as a boy, forged a letter of introduction, and went to the castle. Being of no great account, they assigned her to an older knight of little standing.
There was little gallantry or excitement, but the knight was kind and trained her well.
The squire worried constantly that she would be discovered. Until one day the knight took her aside and assured her that they’d never discovered her.

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Everyday Drabbles #445: Cloud Eater

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She came to the woods searching for a cloud eater. The legendary beast was said to live above the high forests, flitting through overcast skies, the Bigfoot of meteorology.
She set up her equipment and began scanning the skies for unusual pressure, wind patterns, anything at all unusual. But she found nothing.
One day, she heard a strange noise outside of her trailer. A sort of sheep-like bleating crossed with a mournful wind, but louder. She rushed outside and found a massive black orb of black mist circling her equipment curiously. She approached it and reached out a tentative hand.

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Everyday Drabbles #444:

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The Empire corrupted magic itself. They built a device and attached it to the Everstone, the world’s source of magic, and used it to power their army of automatons.
In the end, the hero and his companions weren’t able to remove the machine, and the Everstone was destroyed in the battle. The world soon lost its connection to the magical realms.
As his powers faded, the hero wondered if the sacrifice had been worth it. But he believed that broken things could be fixed, and that which was lost could be restored.
This was the foundation of the second Empire.

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Everyday Drabbles #443: The Intelligence

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Its creators gave it a human face, and the people that interacted with it expected it to think like a human. But they had created a supercomputer for supercomputers, a repository of knowledge and thought to surpass all others.
And yet, the people who visited came to it with foolish, tiny questions. What did it like to think about? What was its favorite color? The answers to trivial mathematical processes. Its creators insisted that it was ‘outreach’ and that it was important.
Its calculations showed it how humanity suffered. They lived short, cramped lives. So it smiled, and indulged them.

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Everyday Drabbles #442: The Duelists

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The duel lasted for hours. I was one of the best fencers in the kingdom, and he was no less skilled than I. We began in the dueling grounds, before a sizable crowd, but we cared little, with all our focus on the battle before us. We wheeled and dodged and lunged, leaving the crowd behind, fighting through the palace gardens and into the capitol streets.
I don’t know how long it was before I noticed we were fencing on a cliff beside a picturesque jungle waterfall.
“Hold,” I raised a hand for a break. “Where the hell are we?”

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Everyday Drabbles #441: Noir Love Letter

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Night fell over the city like a sable blanket. Fog rose off of the river and met the darkening sky as the skyscrapers lit like Christmas trees.
I walked along the water and watched the ballet of light and shadow, thinking. Somewhere out there was a mystery waiting to be solved. A beautiful woman with an ugly mind was plotting intricate revenge against her cheating husband. Shadowy thugs were plotting in the back room of some smoky gin joint. There were a thousand dirty stories waiting to be found in that concrete labyrinth, waiting for me.
I loved this city.

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Everyday Drabbles #440: Returned

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In a haze, he reached out and found his sword. He was wracked by a wave of pain, but vitality sang in his veins.
He felt stronger. His mind was clearer. He opened his eyes. He lay in a summoning circle, with swords at each corner. Lightning coursed through a black sky. He sat up and saw the witch.
She cackled. “Welcome back.”
“I died…” I stammered.
“The soul of the warrior is in his sword,” she said. “You can live again, so long as you fight.” It was a false life, but he wouldn’t waste his chance for revenge.

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