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River of Mnemosyne Challenge. Ninth Muse: To bury a Mountain

The deep, calm snows of winter had been falling for weeks without end. Rowan sat by the fire in great hall and spun wool. He was one of the many men who were working the spindles and wheels. Tarwen was … Continue reading

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River of Mnemosyne Challenge.Eights Muse: Ghastly Truths

Beatrice sat down with Rowan after dinner. She had been talking one on one with most of the men during the day. Tarwen had been talking to her already, but when Rowan had asked him about it, Tarwen had just … Continue reading

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River of Mnemosyne Challenge. Seventh Muse: Controlled Burn

The edge of the forest revealed a field planted with grains. Behind that a castle like structure rose to the sky. Heavy, gray stonewalls ended in turrets and towers. The castle was at least five ordinary houses high and ten … Continue reading

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River of Mnemosyne Challenge. Sixth Muse: A Meal of her Loins

They had been walking for two days and the mood among the men was dipping ever lower. Partly it was because they had been rained on about every half hour since they crossed the stream, while the sun was still … Continue reading

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River of Mnemosyne Challenge. Fifths Muse: Stakes and Lies

The waters were rushing just as strong the next morning. Rowan wondered if they hadn’t even swelled overnight. The stream rushed muddy brown; and in the early morning fog it looked cold and deadly. Mortimer clapped Rowan on the shoulder. … Continue reading

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River of Mnemosyne Challenge. Fourth Muse: Virginal Zoophilia

They departed in the morning after a lovely breakfast. Raina held Patrick’s hands before they left. “Are you certain you don’t want to join us this time?” “I am certain. I feel with all my heart that I am called … Continue reading

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River of Mnemosyne Challenge. Third Muse: The Way of the North

A lady descended the staircase. She wore an emerald robe and her auburn hair was cunningly held in place by a number of small braids. She halted on the third-lowest step and smiled at all the men in attendance. She … Continue reading

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