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Matter of Thyme by Vlork
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The Master folded his arms and looked across his desk at James, the
simple brown robes he wore belying his status as the head of the most
influential secret society in the world.
“How did you accomplish your task?”
“I added an infusion of vomere to the seasoning.”
“I am impressed. You have succeeded. Without lethal force, you snuck
into Castle Krelle, prevented an assassination, and left without too
great a deal of fuss. You and Quom have passed my test,” the Master’s
voice grew more serious. “The event I spoke of during our last
conversation approaches. Times grow dark. However, you have earned a
brief moment of respite, and my plans have not yet grown to fruition.
Take a week, and be prepared to shape the future of this world when
you return.”
* * *
James relaxed under a tree in the Impursuance Wood. Quom sat next to
him on the ground, watching him.
“We did it, Quom,” he said. “We saved the day. And the Master himself
was impressed!”
“Good for us,” Quom commented. “And coming up next, another job,
higher stakes, more danger, more risk, and people trying to kill us?”
“Yes,” James said, yawning.
“Sounds like fun.”
* * *
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