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  1. Public Bookmark 33

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    The world is…muffled after Thjazi’s death.

    Hal’s world is, anyway. His own body is detached, sensation vague and distant. He floats through his own home a ghost, as if it was his life everyone spent yesterday celebrating.

    (Or, Halandil is grieving. Bolaire checks in.)

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    31 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 21

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    “Tell me if I need to be gentler,” he whispered. “I’m sorry in advance if this hurts.”

    Hal’s eyes fell shut. “I trust you.”

    (Or, Bolaire stitches Hal up after yet another midnight skirmish.)

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    31 Jul 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 18

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    “You know,” he mumbled, voice shaking, “my life has become something of a cosmic joke since you left.”

    (Or, the schemers finally figure out what the "paint" really is, and Hal finally hits his breaking point. At least he's not entirely alone.)

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    24 Jul 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 8

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    Somehow or another he had managed to sling the tie he had through one of the safety bars on the wall and had caught its tail in his paws, the remainder of it wrapped shabbily but securely around the collar of his severely ruffled suit jacket. He had frozen mid-pull with his mouth wide open and pointed down (where he had intended to bite himself free), one eye focused over on the ostrich that was now holding a wing in front of her face to spare him her straining smile. The nictitating membrane blinked over his eye once, and then, without changing position, he sheepishly offered:

    “Tie has captured Modo.”

    Modo is a complete stranger to strict formal attire, and it takes a little pity from Jett and Olivia to save him from this fashion disaster. It was all lighthearted and warm until Jett could clearly see the signs of wear.

    "Just how long are you going to burn that candle at both ends, Modo?"

     

    This may be a lead-in to a multi-chapter, depending on how it lands.

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    13 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 21

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    Zanka fiddled with the tube of his IV, absentmindedly kneading it between the fingers of his right hand, and counted tiles overhead. Lost count; his vision wasn’t cooperating enough. Switched to eyeing the lines of curtain rods.

    The whole disaster was something of another level. Zanka couldn’t recall this room being so full, hadn’t probably ever seen the curtains between beds drawn, sure never saw the IV stands being used for treating more than one person at a time. Someone out of his view, whom he most likely didn’t even know, was snoring lightly and shifting in their sleep.

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    03 Jun 2026