Issues from 2020
Issue #297
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The Ordeal

Even if the Grand Duke could not be swayed by testimony, surely he would not ignore evidence such as that! Waller expected that he would have to explain the theory of fingerprinting before the full import of the evidence would be understood, but surely the Grand Duke would soon see that justice had not been served by executing Herr Fenster!

"But if it is so simple, then surely an investigation would quickly establish whether there was sufficient evidence to convict the man."
John Simnel’s First Goshawk

And this is how you break a boy: tell him he is king. Simple, but not easy. You must watch him, hawk-like, to see how he slips beneath your lies. You must seem to believe it enough that the boy believes, too. You must crown him and put him at the front of an army. If you fail, there is always another handsome hazel-eyed boy somewhere in the world. Anyone might do.

Though in the muffled dark of my room I wonder if I might instead go mad.
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John Simnel’s First Goshawk
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Though in the muffled dark of my room I wonder if I might instead go mad.
From the Archives:
Two Pretenders
The alternative to boredom is remembrance. And that, he avoids at all costs.
Issue #296
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Featuring new cover art: “Ice Road III” by Rytis Sabaliauskas.

Forgive Me, My Love, for the Ice and the Sea

I stopped counting my steps across the ice after three hundred. I couldn’t distract myself from the thought of that gap closing between me and the ship. Between me and you. Issheth, always steps ahead of me, tireless, trying in vain to close her own gap. Frenzied. I kept my eyes on her back. At my belt I had the long knife I used for cutting ballast.

I made my way to Issheth, my boots crunching on the deck frost. Her eyes shone wet in the sunlight. Maybe it was the glare. Maybe it was not.
The Moneylender’s Angel

I'd hoped never to be in proximity to a sacrifice or its effects, ever again, but the necklace's mere presence changed things. It burst the bubble in which we lived from week to week, ignoring the past and not thinking about the future. It had to be dealt with.

Secrets were stealing back into our relationship already.
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Forgive Me, My Love, for the Ice and the Sea
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I made my way to Issheth, my boots crunching on the deck frost. Her eyes shone wet in the sunlight. Maybe it was the glare. Maybe it was not.
From the Archives:
Worth of Crows
It should be spring, the crows' dead eyes protest. It should be spring.
Issue #295
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Every Tiny Tooth and Claw (or: Letters from the First Month of the New Directorate)

I hope you haven't been too worried! What an odd letter Yudit's advisor must have written. I don't know what they were thinking, we're all quite well. Here's what happened: on 3 Cider, the past Directorate was consolidated. Now instead of seven elected Directors, we'll have three permanent ones. This will be much more efficient and will benefit every citizen. Certainly I can't think of anyone who is not happy about this opportunity!

I don't want to make all our letters about shrews, love, but... I've attached a table I'd like to see filled out with different properties of the shrews and their venom. Thank you!
The Candle Queen

They bring me to the Underground Palace. The current reigning Candle Queen is there. She is sixty-seven. She has served her purpose. They lift the Candle Crown from her elderly neck and place it onto mine, with a strap to secure it under my chin. Three large candles sit on the plate, and it is heavy, but this is what I have trained for. They sew me into the dress I will wear for the next fifty years, and there is singing that fills the chamber like bells.

The Candle Queen must always carry the sacred candles on her head; otherwise the world will end.
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Every Tiny Tooth and Claw (or
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I don't want to make all our letters about shrews, love, but... I've attached a table I'd like to see filled out with different properties of the shrews and their venom. Thank you!
From the Archives:
The Oracle and the Sea
Every month when the soldiers bring her supply of flour and milk, they also bring waterproofed parcels of manuscript paper and cool bricks of ink.
Issue #294
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Featuring new cover art: “Ice Road II” by Rytis Sabaliauskas.

These Wondrous Sweets

Could I trade in that favor for Tiger’s help? I carefully blew a caramel bubble and made sure that it was inflated enough to serve as the tiger’s body. All the while keeping the image of the Pale Tigress in mind, I pinched a wide mouth and two ears, then pulled four strong legs for it. With a quick bite, the thin sugar pipe that I blew through became its long tail.

I carefully blew a caramel bubble and made sure that it was inflated enough to serve as the tiger’s body.
Claudette Dulac and the Devil of the North

There were no tracks in the snow. If it weren’t for the ice melting in my fur collar and the dogs shivering on the line, you’dve called me a liar. What creature had the Devil been? Couldn’t have possibly been a wolf. Or a bear, after all—I’d hunted bears, and that Devil was surely somethin’ worse. And why had it cleared out so fast? I’d been prime prey, and it’d had me pinned.

If it weren’t for the ice melting in my fur collar and the dogs shivering on the line, you’dve called me a liar.
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I carefully blew a caramel bubble and made sure that it was inflated enough to serve as the tiger’s body.
From the Archives:
On the Transmontane Run with the Aerial Mail Express
Why in perdition were the pirates after the blimp on the return trip, after the payroll'd been delivered?
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