The Thaumaturge
Mar 31st, 2010 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Every morning, the dirty children that wandered the streets in search of easily obtained coin and crumb gathered. They did their best to stay out of sight, hiding behind shadows and around corners in the nearly empty lane. The neighborhood denizens prized the hour as the quietest of the day.
Griffin used the mornings to fashion that day’s inventions. Afterwards, when the hard work at his forge was complete, and he had only to worry about entertaining his customers, the shop bustled, and the street outside resembled any other.
It was a dangerous thing, to watch a miracle being wrought.
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