Tag: Issue 47
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The Death of the Bastard D’Uvel
by Dan DeFazio in Issue 47, December 2015 In terms of sheer debauchery, no festival rivaled that of the Night of Masks. After sunset the citizens of Dreadmoor flooded every quarter, forsaking their everyday faces and donning new ones, ranging from the comic, to the tragic, to the grotesque, to the obscene. To a stranger it might…
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Arbor
by Frank Martinicchio in Issue 47, December 2015 He came in the night and brought the rain with him. William watched from the cover of the stables, cuddling his cloak tightly into him, taking the little warmth it offered. A rider this late in the night can’t be good news, thought William. But he did his duty…