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Rough Draft Chapter 28

As Robin sighs wearily, feeling her age not for the first time, there's a squeal of excitement and she turns to see Templeton staring up at a bemused Ohkwari, who is leaning heavily on her spear for support. While Templeton's face is hidden behind her mask, Robin can't help but chuckle at the usually-reserved woman's barely-repressed delight. "Sorry, she's got a thing for bears." Templeton turns to "Hmph!" at her indignantly before going right back to examining the bear-goddess, the lenses of her mask sparkling. "Of course..." Ohkwari rumbles, her ears flitting in annoyance. "My people are dead, my village destroyed... what else is left for me other than to be gawked at?" "Ah...! I'm sorry." Templeton flinches, her body language ashamed. "I just... I didn't know." Clearing her throat, she turns to look at Robin again. "I leave for ten years and find this place in ruins, and you slugging it out with the effing King of Mount Olympus. What the Tartarus happened here, Robin?!" "Heck if

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Annals of Telluris - A Certain Heretical Scholar

I will not disclose my name. To do so would be to place not only myself and my apprentice, but everyone I have interacted with over the last few years in danger of being arrested by the Holy Order's Inquisitorial Squad and tried for my so-called sins — guilt through association at its finest. When I first arrived here, I was alone, lost, admittedly even a little afraid. A stranger in a strange land, as it were. Fortuitously, I have always been a resourceful person and was eventually able to obtain work as a scribe, earning my keep and working my way up to my current position. Over the years I have met with people from all walks of life — nobles, knights, soldiers, yeomen, burghers, artisans, merchants, peasants, priests, monks, mercenaries, paladins, saints, sorcerers, other scholars, thieves, even those the Holy Order has deemed demihumans and monsters. My apprentice has been a godsend and provided me with insight into the workings of this world that I would've otherwise remained

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Cardboard Chronicles: Temporal Arc

*Eliza is brought into an interrogation room* Director Raymond: Eliza... you don't look well. Eliza: Raymond... what's this about? Why am I the one in prison? Connor's still out there! Director Raymond: That's Director Raymond to you. How have you been eating? Eliza: Do you even... The food here tastes like- *makes a face* But you never answered my question. Why am I here? Director Raymond: *sighs* Assaulting several temporal officers, aiding and abetting known temporal fugitives... I could go on. Eliza: *crosses her arms* Where's Templeton? Director Raymond: In the maximum security wing. Eliza: And this isn't maximum security? Direc