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Have you finished reading Farisa's Crossing
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Date: January 27th, 2026 4:18 PM Author: .,.,.:,,.,:.,:,,:,.::,:.:.,.,:.,:,,.:.,.,:.::, https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/85592/farisas-crossing (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5827470&forum_id=2\u0026show=week#49624375) |
Date: January 27th, 2026 4:20 PM Author: Gregory Bovino As they climbed the marble staircase, window glass gave oblique sunbeams a soft tone, as if the light had taken from the twilight of some prior age. The wooden doors of the hallway were all closed, and the carpet quieted the sounds of their steps. Bjorn knocked on a door, was invited to come in, and opened it. A slight woman, about seventy, stood up from an upholstered chair. Her blackwood desk was flawless, both in construction and freedom from clutter. A glass map table sat with four chairs spaced so evenly around it, she doubted the arrangement had ever been sullied by use. An abstract painting by the window showed an orange that had been cut into pieces, put into suggested motion by a blurring technique, and reassembled into two identical copies of the same fruit.
“I see you still have that,” said Bjorn. |
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Date: January 27th, 2026 4:41 PM Author: .,.,.:,,.,:.,:,,:,.::,:.:.,.,:.,:,,.:.,.,:.::, LOL (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5827470&forum_id=2\u0026show=week#49624432) |
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Date: January 27th, 2026 4:20 PM Author: CapTTTainFalcon animal crossing (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5827470&forum_id=2\u0026show=week#49624382) |
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Date: January 27th, 2026 4:33 PM Author: Gregory Bovino Farisa, given the tightness in her neck, could barely swallow the water. Her shoulders could not bear weight or pressure, so she could not roll over on her side, though her legs would have preferred it. Taking a full breath made her back twinge. It was too dark here to do anything but sleep, but shutting her eyes led to imagery incompatible with rest: brass men with gears falling out of themselves, tiny people imprisoned in glass eggs, and those horrible hungry spiders all again.
I fucking hate you, Marquessa. |
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Date: January 27th, 2026 4:42 PM Author: .,.,.:,,.,:.,:,,:,.::,:.:.,.,:.,:,,.:.,.,:.::, Jfc (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5827470&forum_id=2\u0026show=week#49624439) |
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Date: January 27th, 2026 5:04 PM Author: .,.,.:,,.,:.,:,,:,.::,:.:.,.,:.,:,,.:.,.,:.::, (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5827470&forum_id=2\u0026show=week#49624500) |