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It was the day before Christmas in the town of Arkham Massachusetts. Johnny had just stepped outside to the unseasonably warm weather and shivered. For he came up from North Carolina to visit relatives and the cold weather bothered him to a degree. His cousin had already gone to work, leaving Johnny to his own devices. So Johnny walked up to downtown to the diner. Once inside he sat down and ordered a coffee. He could hear people talking about Christmas but what confused him was most of the talk centered on a tree outside of town near the local college. He got the attention of the waitress and asked in his politest tone. "Miss, could you plea

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                                                           Magical housemaid Elenore                                           chapter 1. Elenore looked up to gaze upon the endless seeming cerulean color of the sky, as she did when the sky was clear. A part of her was looking for the pink or what she thought was pink sky. Though she never mentioned it anyone else, lest they thought she had lost her mind, she remembered the color of the sky, the endless field of brightly colored flowers, and one very crucial fact; that she had died. She remembered Margaret telling her the truth of what happened in Gazth-Sonika thirteen years ago and how sh

Sleepless nights Tale chapter five What should've been a ten minute walk took an hour as she pondered what had happened in the diner. There was no shift point and it seemed the diner itself didn't have extra planar versions, so what happened to the other diners? How did the body of the unknown bigoted woman just vanish like it did? And how did the bigot managed to appear just when she had learned about the paintings? It just didn't make any sense, even in a place like this, where the rules of reality tended to shift and bend. Finally she saw the glow of a neon sign she thought she would never see again; Club de Abeille Train. The club had t