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He had his head turned, talking to Garret, and I thought about just taking a piece but decided against it. “Babe,” I stated, nudging him with my elbow. He turned to look at me. “Can I have a piece?” “It’s bloody, Piccolo. Its room temperature cooked.” “I want a mushroom.” He raised his eyebrow at me. “You don’t like mushrooms.” “Well, I have a craving for them.” He stuck his fork in the mushroom and held it out to me. I took the mushroom off with my teeth, careful not to get lipstick on his fork. It was actually pretty good. I took my fork and stuck it in another, eating it before returning to my own plate.

I looked away quickly so he wouldn’t see it. We reached the mossy stones, and I crouched, showing him the small, brown-capped mushrooms that grew in clusters. “These are safe,” I said. “See the underside? The pattern. And the smell.” Ronan crouched too, far too big to crouch comfortably, but he did it anyway. He leaned close, sniffed, then frowned. “Smells like dirt.” I snorted. “It’s a mushroom.” He looked at me, offended. “I expected something more… floral. Considering you make everything sound pretty.”

Some canvases were broken, as if in frustration. Next, I visited the library. Many of the books were old and hopelessly confusing. Most incomprehensible of all were the ritual books, which made up the bulk of his library. There were only a few novels, and judging by the dust, they hadn’t been touched in years. Evidently, Salem was not the sort of man who read for pleasure.

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Fate had granted him only a little daughter, now three years old, named Lotus. On one of those seemingly endless summer days he was poring over his books in the library. Overcome with the heat, his head had sunk down and his forehead lay against the edge of the table. As he dropped off to sleep he seemed to be wandering through an unknown dream-land. Kazuma sat nearby. II

" Lady Molly's POV It was foggy when I went outside looking for some edible mushrooms. Like the usual, I wore my cloak to protect my skin from the cold breeze and also to hide my own appearance if ever someone would spot me in here. Edible mushrooms cannot be found here in the North part of the forest. So, I have no other choice but to return to where our old cottage is. There are also lots of dried leaves on the floor but some of them are wet so it doesn't make any crunchy sounds at all. While walking towards an endless path, I have noticed a quiet nasty smell coming near me. It smells like rotten flesh and dead rats. Because of the fog that was hindering my line of sight, I can't figure ou

The doctor was now sure that the baby would be alright if she continued to be careful like now. On a particular evening, when a knowledgeable soldier found a field of mushrooms in the forest and another had hunted a boar, the soldiers decided to show their new cooking skills and prepare a feast. Both Katherine and Nathaniel were positively surprised by the men's eagerness, though not exactly as much by the end result. The meat was too salty and the mushrooms hacked into an inch of their lives. They almost looked like brownish flour. Nonetheless, Katherine appreciated their afford and ate two bowls of fried mushrooms with a smile.

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She grabbed a blood bag on the second drawer of the fridge and stuck a straw in it like a juice box, sipping and calculating her next move while nodding to the music playing in her ear. She finished the blood bag and threw the empty satchet into the waste bin. After a massive battle in her head between rice pudding and blood stew and Macroni, she settled for the former. She didn't like the the stress that came with making blood stew. Snake mushrooms, garden shrimps, pollen from Merlin's green flower, flying ants and of course blood. Not a stress she wanted to take in finding. After she was done, she went outside to wait for them, she hoped they would arrive today despite how unfriendly the w

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