short story
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The Chronicles of a Furniture Alchemist — 5.9.26
Clemmy, my beloved voice of reason wrapped in storm‑cloud silk, Your letter arrived at precisely the moment the Cottage decided to drop a pinecone from the rafters onto my head. I choose to believe this was her way of saying,… Continue reading
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The Chronicles of a Furniture Alchemist — 5.6.2026
Marigold, my incandescent disaster of a darling, Your letter arrived just as the rain began again — the soft, misting kind that makes the hedgerows look like they’re exhaling. I read it standing in the doorway with my boots half‑on,… Continue reading
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The Chronicles of a Furniture Alchemist 5-2-26
Clementine, my steadfast voice of reason (and occasional enabler), Your letter arrived this morning and it brought my mood up considerably. It came tucked beneath a stack of invoices I have absolutely no intention of addressing until the moon changes… Continue reading