Author: Sarah L King
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A Dance With a Fairy
All my life I’d been warned of the other folk. Told never to walk in the woods alone, and never follow a voice I didn’t recognise. I ignored all I was ever told about them on that fateful summer’s night. I wondered in the forest, heard the strange music, and I followed an unfamiliar voice…
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The Treasue
Our discovery was supposed to be the find of the century. Our hunt had lasted for years, coming up against dead end after dead end. Mistranslated passage after incomplete map. We’d all but given up when we made our final discovery. It was a journal passage from a previous seeker, and last year it would…
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The Crown
I sit on my throne, the crown atop my head. I did it. I finally did it. All the years of political manoeuvring, all the half-truths and dirty lies, all the secrets kept at great cost, and the ones revealed for an even higher one. They have all led me here, where I truly belong.…
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The Hunter and The Prey
The hunter weaves through the busy street as they pursue their target at a distance. It’s easy to blend into the crowd in the chaos of the night market, more difficult to dodge the stall owners hawking their goods, but the hunter manages just fine. The man—a predator—had been disrespected in the bar. It was…
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Dancing in the Moonlight
One summer’s day, as I wonder through the lush green woods, I come upon a hollow tree. There’s nothing beautiful about it, nothing to make it stand out amongst the others, and yet I’m drawn to it, like the pull of music. My eyes are heavy, my feet weary, and so I sit to rest,…
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The Infinite Library
The Infinite Library is vast. An incredible repository of knowledge and stories. All the concrete facts and conflicting opinions. There are people who dedicate their lives to trying to find meaning in the world and here are the results, stacked neatly on the dark wood shelves waiting to be picked out and rediscovered. Then there…
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Awake
It’s been so long since I was last awake. Centuries I believe. Last time I spent so long asleep I awoke to find a world hadn’t moved on all that much. The fashions had changed—they always do—the buildings became more grand, the roads smoother, but beneath the veneer it was all the same. Horses for…
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The Tavern – Short Story
The tavern is full. And loud. It was quiet when I arrived, but that was three hours ago, and I’m still here, waiting. This had better be the right place, Gods be damned. No one looks twice at me in my chosen shadowy corner. Anonymity is key to my purpose. That and patience, though mine…
