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Everyday Drabbles #820: Truesight

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The mage stared into the empty air. His mystical senses could detect no signs of scrying nor the presence of lingering spirits. But he knew someone was out there.

He’d seen them out of the corner of his eye the moment he cast the Truesight spell. A hole opened in the air, and he saw a figure sitting on a black throne, holding a strange device staring at him.

Now it was gone as though it had never been. The mage stood and pondered, unwilling to move on.

Elsewhere, Elliot thumped his PC and cursed. The game had crashed again.

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Everyday Drabbles #819: Unmasked

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The ruling council came to the meeting hooded, wearing the blue satin masks that the ritual proscribed.
She’d thought it was silly, but now she felt brave in her anonymity. She argued positions she’d consider too risky and listened as others, safely behind their own masks, made cases for policies that thrilled and horrified her in equal measure. They all spoke from the heart.
The meeting closed at midnight. But just as the group rose to leave, all the masks flew from their faces. They were left staring at each other, knowing one another’s true selves for the first time.

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Everyday Drabbles #818: Dragon Cave

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She sits in a cave, chained to a rock surrounded by water. The stones above and around her are all carved with glyphs. She kneels, serene and calm, and watches the water.
The dragon enters from below. Its massive serpentine body squeezes through a crack in the rock and rises to the surface. Its glossy scales glitter in the torchlight.
The dragon is many times larger than the woman. It thinks about how quickly and easily it could devour her, swallowing her in one bite.
Instead, it bows to the oracle; the last human and keeper of the surface’s wisdom.

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Everyday Drabbles #817: The Shipwright

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The ship set out from port equipped with the latest technology and devices. It was the whaling largest vessel ever built, created to kill the sea’s greatest monster, or so the captain claimed.
Inside his little office overlooking the harbor, the shipwright watched it disappear over the horizon and sighed. Vengeance and glory were all well and good, but somebody had to stay on dry land and make the numbers work.
He looked over the plans one more time. He’d had to cut a few corners to make the voyage profitable, but he was sure it wouldn’t make a difference.

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Everyday Drabbles #816: The Unconquerable City

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Every time the city fell, we rebuilt.
When a dragon came and decimated the city, we endured.
When the heroes who came to slay the dragon plundered the burned-out remnants for ‘their reward,’ we did not give up.
Lacking materials and the gold to procure them, we rebuilt using the dragon’s bones. The heroes did not stay to help. There was no glory in setting foundations or mixing mortar.
Our city still stands. Monsters could not kill us, nor heroes starve us. We thrive.
But now, we are running out of room. Perhaps it is time to attract another dragon.

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Everyday Drabbles #815: The Temple Architect

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The architect showed the head priest the plans for the new temple’s facade. The cleric studied them for a while, frowning.
“Is something wrong, Your Eminence?” he asked.
“I was hoping for something a bit more, I don’t know. Intimidating.”
“Intimidating, sir?” The architect schooled his features. This wasn’t his first demanding client. “What did you have in mind?”
“Something to remind the worshipers of their place in this mortal realm. To make them sufficiently pious and dutiful.”
The architect sighed and brought out his other plans.
“That’s perfect!”
Thus the Shrine of Everlasting Grace got its nickname: Skull Temple.

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Everyday Drabbles #814: The Fleet

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She spotted the first UFO around sunset. It entered the atmosphere like streaking fire and emerged dramatically from a cloud of smoke. The ship was a classic straight out of a ’50s movie. it spun like a pie plate and wailed like a theremin.
From her vantage point high in the mountains, she sat and watched it fly west over the ridge and out of sight.
More ships followed, alone or in packs. Some were sleek and dark, while others were chunky and bristling with satellite dishes.
She watched them all pass and cataloged their numbers.
She loved the regatta.

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Everyday Drabbles #813: Called In

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He died at work. It wasn’t the way he wanted to go, but now that everything was over, he was at peace. He would have liked to have spent more time with his family, but deathbed or rather death-desk regrets are left on that side of the veil.
Now he had a whole eternity of…
He felt a tug on his soul and was pulled sharply downward. He found himself in the body of a medium, suddenly solid and confused. A hand gripped his. He looked up into a familiar face.
“We need you to come in,” his boss said.

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Everyday Drabbles #812: The Moon Door

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The Moon Door was a rumor spread among mystics and conspiracy theorists, not a subject for a tenured archaeologist to pursue.
Supposedly, hidden deep within an ancient ruin somewhere, but nobody knew just where, was a door through which always shone a full moon, no matter the time of day or date.
The story was always tangled with other tales. Ancient aliens, lost technology, and Atlantis figured heavily in most versions. She dismissed those accounts in her secret research. Someday she would find it, the last door back to Faerie.
The one they’d left open for her: Her way home.

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Everyday Drabbles #811: A Bigger Goat

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The rogue burst into the paladin’s cell during his morning prayers.
“We need your help,” she said, panting.
“Why?” he asked cautiously.
“We may have stolen a goat.”
“So go and return it, or make restitution to the owner.”
“That’s the problem. It wasn’t me this time. It was the wizard. He-” She was interrupted by a yell that seemed to shake the heavens themselves. He glanced out the window and saw a giant, glowing goat chewing on a tree.
“You have some pull with the gods, right?”
The paladin sighed. It was going to be one of those mornings.

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