Bernard and Myrna recieve a letter. A Naughty and Nice elf notices something.
Chapter Fourteen: Elfmas Future
The cuckoo clock mounted over the fireplace mantel went off around 1:15pm, finally pulling Bernard out of his job search plans. Looking up through the crick in his neck, he watched as the doorway tucked under the face of the clock opened and the expected cuckoo shot out on a spring, holding a tiny “Mail’s here!” sign in its mouth.
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Let’s talk about Kanban boards.
Remember when I said I wanted to start doing weekly updates again? And that I’m no longer giving estimates for when story updates would happen?
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General thoughts on my most recent chapter:
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Hazel tries to comfort Bernard and Curtis is late.
Chapter Thirteen: Elfmas Past
Hazel hadn’t quite assembled her whole ensemble when she walked out of her living room into the tavern. Her gloves were still tucked under her arm and her scarf hung lopsidedly from her neck as she fiddled with the buttons of her coat. She’d left her cane resting against her armchair, but that was only because she planned to spirit it to her with magic once she reached the front entrance.
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Prologue: A Creation Story of Sorts
At the beginning of existence, there was just chaos. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was… well, chaotic. Physics and time were there if you wished to dabble in them, but it was hardly the requirement it is today. And while it certainly gave everyone the freedom to do whatever they wanted, it also made it extremely difficult to get anything done. So some of the more prominent forces floating about decided it would be a good idea to put some sort of rules in place, even if they left loopholes for them to be broken.
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Jack reacts to a play. Myrna and Juniper have a talk. Curtis and his mice are interrupted.
Chapter Twelve: Elfmas Present
As the applause and cries of “encore” started to die down, Jack managed to codify his reaction to the play.
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The only reason this isn’t a Chapter Eight Author’s Note is I that I have nothing to say.
I’ve added interrobangs to all my previous chapters because they are an unfairly shat upon piece of punctuation.
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Myrna is needled in a flowershop and Jack is bored.
Chapter Ten: Pre-Show Jitters
In a tucked-away corner of Aelfsburg, just outside of Rosa’s Fresh Year-Round Flower Emporium, two figures teleported in mid-conversation.
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