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I haz a story in the lovely Drollerie Press’ Needles and Bones!
Light as Mist, Heavy as Hope
“My daughter,” breathed Miller, “my daughter can spin gold out of straw.”
This sudden boast struck his fellow-drinkers as interesting, if stupid. Miller had a tendency to open his mouth unwisely when ale had passed his lips. The bragging was, however, astonishingly egregious. Their king,