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Hidden Gem
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of
Word count (story only): 1045
[Thursday, May 7, 2020, late morning]



:: Nik convinces the trio to visit the Priory International School. Part of the Edison’s Mirror arc. ::


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The campus, surrounded by thick clusters of evergreen trees, centered on a group of five red brick buildings which had likely been built in the same decade as the American Civil War. despite being just past noon, the grounds were quiet, soothed by the rustle of salty breezes through the foliage. White enameled iron fences, each low enough for the average preschooler to step over easily, framed the cement sidewalks wide enough for Nik, Aidan, Liana, and Vic to travel side by side while Ed marched behind Nik’s chair, speaking quietly about the ways that his uncle would have romped over the primary-colored playground areas that they passed on the way to the central administration building. Flower beds, edged by the straight lines and low iron fences on one side, sprawled on the other side into long sweeping curves that seemed to melt into the verdant lawn.

Deeper in the open areas, a shoulder-height fence of the same white wrought iron, marked the spaces for a basketball court on the left and a tennis court on the right. Toward the rear of campus, partially hidden by the central building, a confidence course seemed to grow between two towering evergreen trees.

Aidan scanned the area, but seemed to be listening more than watching. “What is that? I hear people chanting, but I can’t understand specific words.”
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Lunch and Logistics
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 1594
[Thursday, May 7, 2020, late morning]



:: At lunch, several neighbors meet the Teagues and interest spreads. Part of the Edison’s Mirror arc. ::


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“This menu is bewildering,” Aidan murmured. He shifted his shoulder, making Ed’s head lean closer, until it rested in the crook of Aidan’s neck. The boy seemed on the verge of unconscious instead of merely asleep, and had not stirred no matter how many times he’d been lifted in and out of Nik’s van.

Vic raised a brow. “Do you like pork? The adobo is--”

Aidan brightened. “A vinegar sauce, somewhat spicy? Garlic and soya sauce?” His smile widened. “I haven’t tasted it in… many years. Not since I was in Las Felipinas.” He closed the menu, running a fingertip under the Restaurant’s name. “Shore Leave. That’s an interesting name for a restaurant.
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