Issues from 2020
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.
Audio Fiction Podcast:
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.
Audio Fiction Podcast:
These Wondrous Sweets

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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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