Here be Monsters

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Allouette gazed out the window as Gregory lit the incense in their meditation room. “How curious!” she murmured.

“What is curious, my love?” Gregory came up behind her to follow her gaze. His hand seemed to rise of its own accord toward the satin-draped curve of her hip, but he forced it back by sheer willpower; his fiancée did not need any distractions if she intended to meditate.

He exerted more willpower to turn his gaze to the meadow below their tower, rather than toward the beauty of her profile, the more beautiful because it was radiant with happiness—at last, after a decade of exploitation.

“That is the fifth couple come to build in our meadow.” Allouette pointed to the ground around their ivory tower that had so recently sprouted four sturdy thatched cottages. The young folk who lived in them were helping the new arrivals build a cottage of their own. They had already set up the posts and were weaving the wattle branches among them.

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