Saturday Story 2024 – Week 18 (Obfuscation)
Another story set in the universe of Granny’s Gift and Granny’s Curse. You can find it on my Patreon. Synopsis below:
Deborah tracks down another Whisperer, a red gemstone with the power to turn people invisible, but its owner, a young Parisian thief, refuses to give it up.
So… about this one…
After I posted Granny’s Curse last month, plumeater reached out to me and commissioned me (thank you for that!) to write more about Deborah and the Whisperers. We agreed on a series of tales that will explore the other magical stones and their powers and what happens after they’re all reunited while continuing the main theme of corruption present in both Granny’s Gift and Granny’s Curse. I’m not going to write them all at once because I have other ongoing projects. This is the first one with the others appearing in the months to follow.
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A small excerpt is available below:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/102293088
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For a moment, neither of them moved or spoke. The only sound that filled the space between them was the soft rustle of fabric and the occasional crackle of burning tobacco. Noémie’s mind raced with questions – How had this woman entered her apartment? Was she friend or foe? And most importantly, why was she here?
“Good evening, Miss Beaufort,” the stranger said with an unmistakable American accent. “I trust your expedition tonight was a smashing success. I’m happy to meet you. You weren’t easy to track down.”
“Who are you?” Noémie asked, scanning the room for something she could use as a weapon.
“My name is Deborah Wilcox,” the uninvited guest replied, stepping into the light. “and I’m a huge admirer of your skills, or rather of the precious item that has given them to you. You have something special there though I doubt you know the whole truth about it. How did you come across it?”
“That’s none of your business.” Noémie’s hand darted towards the nearest object she could use for self-defense – a sleek fire poker resting by the hearth. Gripping it tightly, she leveled the pointed end towards Deborah, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
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