Overheard on a Saltmarsh

Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?

Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?

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all together now and other stupid ideas

Four plot threads. Four. Two of them thrown into the story after the outline, when I was chugging along, as merry little things.

And now they all come to a head in a short span of time in four different places. grumble grumble GROUSE

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