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The Pumpkin Lord and the Stolen Carrots
Once upon a time, in the cozy little village of Greenleaf, there lived a most terrible, greedy Pumpkin Lord named Grumblegourd. He was the biggest, roundest pumpkin anyone had ever seen, his orange skin ridged like the hills, his scowling face carved deep into his rind.
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Drifts
The horses had died hours before, their bodies mounded beneath the relentless onslaught of snow. The man’s grim face turned back to the small clearing where his family waited. He saw their forms huddled near a meager fire, the glow barely piercing the veil of the blizzard.
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Moonlight Picnic
In the shadow of a great snow-capped mountain, far far north where the Western Ranges sweep down and spill into Loc Island Sea, where the air feels rich and full of life and the world seems endless and natural, there lived a little black bear and her mother...
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Old Hand
Tom Allister rode up the winding trail that led to his father’s mountain ranch. The day had been long, and the sun was beginning its slow descent, slipping away into that unknowable world beyond the horizon. A sky heavy with the weight of coming rain hung overhead, pressing down like the ache of unspoken words.
