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The Day That Words Transformed

Once, there was a man who woke one morning, and upon uttering his first word for the day, discovered that the word was stuck in his throat, for the word had turned to stone.

He tried to cough out the stone, but he had uttered the word upon an exhale. He had no breath left to cough. He clutched at this throat, his eyes growing wide when he felt the stone slide down his throat. By instinct, he swallowed, and he felt the heavy lump descend through his chest and drop down into his belly.

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When Serendipity Met the Flower

Once upon a time, flowers lived long lives.  They are now known to be fleeting, for the most part.  They bud.  They bloom.  They grace the world with their beauty.  And then they die.  But it was not always so.  They lived long lives indeed.  Longer than creatures with many legs.  Longer than creatures with four legs.  Longer than creatures with two legs.  And sometimes, even longer than the long-lived beings of the deep.

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Six Fools and the Dragon

Six fools ran from the dragon’s fire, but only one of them was her husband.

There was the wizard in blue robes with a green-jeweled magic staff. There was the armored knight who bore a shield that guarded against flame. There was the jungle barbarian and the mystical fire-cat. There was the sprightly archer. And then there was the mustachioed scoundrel, who had assembled them all. His beloved wife had been lost to an enchantment, an enchantment that was impossible to break. Impossible, that is, for a single man, even if he were a devoted spouse.

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Prisoners of Spiral

The first sound that either one of them heard as they woke was the scraping of a chain on the stone floor. After a few heartbeats of stunned silence, they both remembered what had happened to bring them there. They both looked at each other. The erpon spoke first, believing that the human child would need some comfort.

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A Potion of Uncertain Fortune

There is a potion that can be made from the bright yellow mushroom that grows in the vales beyond the blue grasses. The potion must be made in a certain way or it would contain no power at all. The potion had to be made twice, once at sunrise and once at sunset, of the same day. So in truth, it was two potions. Whatever the potion made at sunrise did, the potion made at sunset could undo.

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