One Last Promise
All that remained of that long-forgotten god was at the beginning of the year promises still froze and dropped from your lips like a perfect ice teardrop.
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I'll Call Them Serendipity
Any minute now the clock would strike midnight, and the geasa would be set for the year. Needed to find Beth a suitable resolution FAST.
The Door To Possibility
The Door was a constant. No matter where you were, or what state you were in, at the moment where the old year turned into the new, everyone encountered the Door.
Distributing The Old Favourite
âSeerâŚâ What a strange voice. What could it possibly be?
A Time To Address What Lingers Unfinished
Ah, the last hour of the year. And Cathie was due a break anyway; might as well let all the lingering resolutions in and address them.
Suspended On Promises And Paved With Resolutions
Itâs a dream, I remind myself, and like every other year this doesnât quite comfort me. After all, it affects the real worldâŚ
The Winds Of Transformation
Nobody said you SHOULDNâT be outside at midnight on the last day of the year. But they did take pains to warn you about the consequencesâŚ
Spring Travelling For Seasonal Business
Weâve done this for thousands of years, youâd think by now I could get a VIP pass or somethingâŚ
Slipping Between Threads
As a child Haroldâs âsplit existenceâ didnât bother him. Most of the year his bedtime was before darkness fell anywayâŚ
A Dualities Duet
High above us the cathedral belfry rings in the sixteenth hour of our vigil. Weâve already lost a score of singers, with eight hours left to goâŚ