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Dogs and Wolves: Ch13Chapter 13: ContrastDogs and Wolves: Ch13
The color of the vast sky had now begun to fade as the later afternoon suns began to descend and unlike the prairie and the woods, there was no pacifying zephyr to caress ones cheek, nor was there the gentle rush of a distant river. Substituting the sounds of nature were the progressive sounds of industry: the sound of power through technology. Of the bustle of the usual street crowds came the distantand occasionally stridentclangs of crushing pistons and hammers: the smelting factories. The clip-clopping sounds of iron horseshoes accompanied by the rattling of carriage wheels upon the


Dogs and Wolves: Ch12Chapter 12: The OtherDogs and Wolves: Ch12
Putting the rather awkward introductions aside, Susan continued her duties around the store as Thomas followed behind her like some innocent puppy, talking with her as she went. Although the store was not excessively large, there was plenty of distance to separate the man from his two companions; but regardless of distance, Weeping Stone stood ominously above the shelves like some enigmatic watch tower, surveying the premises like a hawk looming over an open field. She stood like a statue, crossing her arms firmly: her guise was so stoic, so strong that several patrons who crossed her path stared at he


Dogs and Wolves: Ch11Chapter 11: Roots of StoneDogs and Wolves: Ch11
Pot in hand, Art carefully tipped the container, letting a stream of dark brown liquid flow out into the mug; despite his seemingly frail grip, the mans arm neither shook nor faltered. The sound of the liquid flushing into itself seemed to echo in the hall and throughout the kitchen, a distinct sense of modernity. The kitchen itself was rather simple: unlike Thomas, this one was rather square, only emphasized by the square-tiled floor. There were a few bouquets of wheat and other sundry plants hanging upside-down on the walls, drying and giving the chamber a healthy, earthy scent; ther


Dogs and Wolves: Ch10Chapter 10: The Boy in the WallDogs and Wolves: Ch10
Here we are!
Thomas face lit up with a large grin as he stood before the building. It was a humble structure: it did not have the same, modern motifs that the other buildings so gaudily flaunted, rather it was had accents that were reminiscent of ages past. Walls were made of a beige-toned stone that seemed to welcome the growth of mosses and lichens, whilst the large pots on either side of the door sported a healthy miniature ecosystemit would be no surprise if a little sprite suddenly emerged from the pots grasses to explore the city. The windows w


Dogs and Wolves: Ch9Chapter 9: The Bitterness of IneptitudeDogs and Wolves: Ch9
Fresh fish! Get your fresh fish! Radishes, potatoes, garlic! Produce straight from the fields! Get yer beef ere! Seasond, saltd, whateer ya wan! Thomas wormed his way through the dense crowds like some fox gingerly working his way through a thicket; every few seconds he turned his head and looked back at his companions, making sure they were not engulfed by the throngs of people. With amazing maneuverability, the little Scholar nimbly navigated its way around the moving bodies with su
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