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The lake, it is said, never gives up her drabbleswhen the skies of November turn gloomy

A new week and a new prompt thread open to all, so get your brief ideas in below before the end of Tuesday. I'll select or more for a bit of fiction to go up by week's end.

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EBB

storm surge

Pyro Hawk

The light seared away all