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Closing the Door

This morning, when Sam came downstairs for his first cup of coffee, Freya was already sitting on her sofa, fully dressed and sipping her third.  He stopped at the foot of the stairs, and I could see the wariness curling in his stomach already.  I wonder what was more intimidating to his spirit—the awareness of a Cherub standing in that room with hostile wings spread, or the glint of resolve in his daughter’s eyes.  “Hey, kiddo,” he said.  “Thought you…

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One Hand on the Door

I cannot for the life of me determine whether Sam wants to be anything in his life, except comfortable.  He has dabbled in cooking, photography, construction, various retail and service positions—apparently his recent journeys in an RV with a woman named Cecile were his attempts to get a travel blog going.  Now he is talking about playing the guitar on street corners and working his way around the world that way, but seeing that he has to learn how to…

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Friend and Father

Well, here I am again, though I said that I would keep my distance from Freya.  I would have done so, if she didn’t need me, but she certainly does now.  Is it not my role to protect her from those who would use her own kindness against her?  But this time, it is not a Fallen who wishes to do this. Inca was with Freya when she came home from work this afternoon to find that someone was in…

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Freya Frustrated

Freya has been looking into luck and growing increasingly frustrated when her findings do not align with her experience.  “It’s just so weird, you know?” she told George this afternoon.  She’d arranged to meet with all three of them to plan for the wedding, but at the last minute Kara had had to cancel, thanks to some small emergency with her mother.  Since they were unwilling to talk about the wedding without the bride, the conversation wandered instead back to…

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Luck Vs. Luck

It is good to have a success under my wings, even with all the worries that remain.  For this I have to thank Ophell, Ananiah, Inca, Eburnean, Brid, and my new friend Erendura, whose courage in the face of strange circumstances impressed me to no end.  I would never have been able to do it without you. Erendura is a Fortune, and I admit that before I requested her assistance I did not know the richness of their discipline.  Luck,…

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Hunted Luck

I apologize for my extended absence, and I do not have very much time to remedy it.  I have been on the hunt, and I must get back to it. On the day after my last post, Freya came home from work and ordered a bouquet of flowers for a coworker who had broken her leg.  The next day she was worried about another coworker who has fallen ill, and the day after that her new assistant had to quit…

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