Yellow Mould Bomb

‘I have some cleaning up for you to do today,’ Ganhook announced over breakfast yesterday. My stomach dropped. More work. For once, couldn’t he have waited until we’d finished eating before he dropped bad news. ‘A friend of mine’s mansion was mould bombed by a rival last night,’ Ganhook continued. ‘The city guards haven’t been informed. My friend is worried that if word gets…

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Toothache 2: Mad Dentist

Despite the fire in my jaw, when I went to Gutwretch Street two days ago I walked slow. In fact, I almost turned back as I approached the first crazy buildings. They should rename the place The Street of Agony and Sorrow. People wandered everywhere, moaning, limping, holding their jaws and clutching their bellies. A bawling young girl had wrapped herself around a tree,…

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Toothache 1: The Tooth Worm

I awoke at 03:22 this morning with such a furious throbbing in my jaw I thought I was under attack. Yelling, I lashed out, but quickly realised there was no intruder, only the most dreadful toothache, a monster that gnawed through my jaw as if burrowing a way out. Stars danced on front of my eyes. Even when I lit the lantern, those stars…

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