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through a circle that ever returneth in to the self-same spot
'The only component that Essek had ever used, before Caleb, was pearl. Essek’s hands look nothing like Caleb’s. And they hurt.'
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25 Jun 2026
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Against Immensity, a Needle by paperowls
Fandoms: Les Misérables - Victor Hugo, Le Comte de Monte-Cristo | Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
25 Mar 2026
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"Marseilles was beautiful. Even like this, spring only just beginning to stretch its fair green gossamer over trees and trellises, it was obvious. The sunny shopfronts, the bustling streets, the glinting spires of the churches; everywhere one looked there could be seen the signs of prosperity and progress. And then, the wind picked up, the taste of salt in the air, and all at once great clouds of sails could be spotted, billowing wide and welcoming against the blue of sea and sky.
To Jean Valjean, it seemed not a little bit like Hell."
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21 Jun 2026
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As Astrid struggles to share her story with Beauregard Lionett, a Volstrucker attack strands the two of them in the middle of the Pearlbow Wilderness, relying on each other to carry an abjured-asleep Caleb to safety.
Well, it's one way to give a deposition.
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12 Jun 2026
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the other things that make us by saturdaysky for LadyOrpheus
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)
22 Aug 2021
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Essek returns, when he can, to the sanctuary of Caleb's home. The peace of it is a balm against the tedious peril of the road, which has more misery to share than Essek had ever thought. It's nice to have a place where he can lose himself: in a book, in arcane study, in the confusing allure of Caleb's smile.
It's nice. And the cats miss him, Caleb says.
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10 Jun 2026
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"You shouldn't really lurk on other people's porches," Beau suggested. "I thought you were some—some thief or wastrel—"
"Wastrel?" This was apparently enough of an offense that Astrid rose again to standing and gave her a withering glare.
Beauregard finds someone unexpected in need of help.