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By Orion Shade

Statistically Possible

The lunch crowd filled the little diner with the familiar soundtrack of midday: silverware clinking against plates, the steady hiss of burgers on the grill, and conversations blending together into comfortable background noise.

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By Orion Shade

The House Specialty

Mara stopped beneath the restaurant’s gold-lettered awning and stared through the tall glass doors. “We’re actually here,” she whispered, smoothing the front of her dark green dress for the third time.

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By Orion Shade

A Name Fit for Trouble

The shipwright led the way beneath the quarterdeck with one hand raised to the beams, as though he had hung every timber himself and expected the captain to admire each nail.

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