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The bells might have been a clue. by aesirnights

Chapter 44 in Midnight Hours

Even over the noise of the brothel, the distant bells rang, growing closer as others took up the alarm. The activity of the brothel gradually stilled, save for Rob, who tore his eyes from Tsan, rose to his feet, and headed for the door with long, heavy strides. In a flash, he was...

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Heat by aesirnights

Chapter 43 in Midnight Hours

The sun had set on Spree. In the other towns up and down the Sea Spine, good and honest people slipped into their beds so they could rise early. Good and honest people avoided Spree. Where other towns lay silent and dark, Spree's streets were lit with the soft light spilling from...

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A Spark by aesirnights

Chapter 42 in Midnight Hours

Early afternoons in the Temptress were the calm before the storm. The kitchens were being cleaned, the bar was being restocked, and the whores ate and stretched and lounged while they could. Rob stood as an impassive center to the brothel, with the businesses and girls orbiting a...

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Kindling by aesirnights

Chapter 41 in Midnight Hours

Even a brothel as prosperous as the Temptress quieted eventually. The rising sun ushered the whores to their beds and the last of the drunks into the streets. Some of the less-nocturnal staff busied themselves with the cleaning, tossing open the shutters to let the hazy morning l...

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You need three things by aesirnights

Chapter 40 in Midnight Hours

As with each of the others, he carried the elf up from the basement in his arms. She was so light that he vaguely feared he'd overdone it, but shallow breaths came one after another. Up the stairs he climbed until he spotted the elf from earlier slipping out of her room. "Selise....

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Might as well by aesirnights

Chapter 39 in Midnight Hours

Rob took a prybar and began levering off the top of the crate, revealing the elf within. The first thing that struck him was the vivid blue of her hair, even dirty and matted as it was from her confinement. He suspected they'd have to chop it short to get it proper, but once it r...

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Chapter 40 in Midnight Hours

On the Transport of Elves by aesirnights

Chapter 39 in Midnight Hours

On the Transport of Elves ------------------------- Once the bureaucrats and politicians had settled the import of Elves from the refugee camps to their new places throughout Vanheim, there was the matter of how best to transport them. While traditional methods were used for an...

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The Basement by aesirnights

Chapter 38 in Midnight Hours

The bare rock of Spree didn't take to digging. The fortresses and prisons above the town had been excavated over generations of labor and conscripted weavers. The Temptress' basement was odd in the town, with none of the locals seeming to remember precisely when it was dug...

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Mise by aesirnights

Chapter 37 in Midnight Hours

Varise finally snapped, his tone growing sharp. "Very funny. I am Mise Varise Vy Le'tsen. I belong to no human, no dwarf, no government, and least of all, to you. And if you desire to see me continue in this kitchen, you'll take your whore-mongering elsewhere. Off with you." With...

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