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The midday sun sat heavy over the meadow where Buttercup and his young trio were grazing. “Can you head back and check on Mum? I’ll be a tad later,” he bleated softly. After a moment’s fuss, since they would much rather have stayed to frolic around their father, Bramble, Clover, and Aster finally obeyed. “Stay…
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“The ground didn’t just shake,” Buttercup said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “It groaned. For a heartbeat, Zamba stood frozen, the same fear that had hampered him at the lantern returning with a vengeance. But as he looked into the glowing throat of the earth, he realised the truth. There was no beast.…
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“The lantern was dead,” Buttercup whispered. “Total blackness. Zamba’s hooves felt like lead as he fumbled with the lantern, his grip slippery with the cold sweat of a goat who knows time is running out. In the dark, the only sound was the frantic clink-scrape, clink-scrape of stone against iron. Zamba struck the flint again…
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“I’d have headbutted it right off the cliff!” Bramble roared, charging a defenceless pine stump with a crack that echoed through the crags. He shook his head, dizzy but grinning broadly. “One hit. Boom! That’s all it takes to be a hero, right Papa?” Clover didn’t even look up from fastidiously cleaning a hoof. “You’d…
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Picture the scene. Paris, France, a very long time ago. My toddler self managed to find his way onto the balcony of our flat. I don’t know exactly which floor we lived on, but in my memory, it looked like maybe it was the fourth floor. Edit: Checked with mum, it was the second floor.…
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Marble glared at Cecil. Cecil had turned the sun-drenched pond into his own stage; The swan’s serene grace only amplified Marble’s rage. “Look at him,” Marble muttered. “White as morning light. Prancing like a model. And me? I look like coal with white paint stains.” Marble’s nest was a dazzling treasure trove: coins, buttons, foil,…
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The silence was a presence. Not the restful silence of a house in the dead of night, but the vast, deafening quiet that had settled over the world after the upheaval. Gedaliah woke to it. There was no low hum of distant traffic, no wail of sirens, no anxious chatter of a thousand lives rushing…
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The morning started all wrong. Instead of his usual proud call to the sun, Reginald the Rooster let out a grumpy, strained croak. “That’s not right,” Professor Hoot hooted from his branch. “A fine day deserves a proper crow.” Billy goat chewed a daisy, his beard twitching thoughtfully. “Indeed. I don’t see a single cloud,…
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The air in the Great Library of Alexandria was thick with the scent of papyrus and incense. Apollonius of Rhodes, the esteemed head librarian, adjusted his spectacles, the weight of the freshly acquired Septuagint a tangible presence in his hands. He’d heard the whispers, the outlandish claims: “The Eighth Wonder of the World!” He scoffed…
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“My apologies,” Blake said, then froze. His eyes widened, and he stared blankly ahead. His mouth opened, but no words came out. “Is everything alright?” his colleague asked, a hint of concern in her voice. “Yes, just give me a minute “. Then he simply stood there, a ghost in his own body. A stone’s…