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Travel & Leisure
The Theatre of Lanterns
This is the Theatre of Lanterns, the oldest performing house in the Kingdom, and certainly the strangest. Some call it haunted. Some call it blessed. All agree it is unlike anything else in Eyehasseen.
Whispers Beneath the Fen
The Elderfen Marshes have always carried a reputation for secrets. The reeds whisper even when there is no wind, the water moves even when nothing disturbs it, and the fog lingers long after sunrise as if reluctant to surrender whatever it hides
Walking the Spine: Across the Mountains of Tarnfell
The Spine of Tarnfell is not a path; it is a test. A narrow ribbon of ancient stone walks the clouds, winding across jagged peaks and wind-carved ridges where the sky feels close enough to touch and the earth feels a lifetime away. Travelers say the Spine is where the Kingdom stands tallest and where men discover whether they, too, can stand tall.
Health & Fitness
Ambient Lute Fatigue
The Kingdom’s thriving musical culture has long been a source of communal pride, but the recent pre-festival rehearsal season has stretched public patience — and tendons — thin. Physicians report a widespread and mildly exasperating condition now known as Ambient Lute Fatigue (ALF).
Goose-Induced Panic Strain
Goose-Induced Panic Strain – GIPS, according to the Ministry’s press briefing, arises when an unsuspecting person encounters one of the Kingdom’s notoriously territorial waterfowl and reacts with an instinctive, full-bodied spasm of alarm. Symptoms include spontaneous sprinting, awkward shouting, flailing of shopping baskets, and declarations such as “I didn’t bring bread! Why do you assume I brought bread?”
Chronic Over-Tea Syndrome (COTS)
The Ministry of Health issued a gentle but unmistakably exasperated advisory this week regarding a rising condition now officially named Chronic Over-Tea Syndrome, or COTS — an ailment born not from deprivation or pestilence, but from the Kingdom’s long-standing and enthusiastic love affair with tea.
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Help Wanted
🪵 Help Wanted – First Week of Frostwane
Employment opportunities abound across the Kingdom of Eyehasseen. Apply in person unless otherwise noted. References from reputable citizens preferred.
🪵 Help Wanted – Fourth Week of Emberwane
Employment opportunities abound across the Kingdom of Eyehasseen. Apply in person unless otherwise noted. References from reputable citizens preferred.
🪵 Help Wanted – Third Week of Emberwane
Employment opportunities abound across the Kingdom of Eyehasseen. Apply in person unless otherwise noted. References from reputable citizens preferred.
Classifieds – Goods and Services
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Notice of Public Duck
A duck has been declared public property and may not be claimed, herded, or disguised as private poultry. It is currently residing near the fountain and answering to “Commodore.”
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Lost: Hat (Sentimental Value)
Wide-brimmed, waxed canvas. Worn during the Siege of Dampwick. Smells of pipe smoke and victory. Reward offered in cheese or coins. Please return to Old Finn at the Veteran’s Hall.
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Looking to Join a Folk Band
Tambourine player seeks ensemble willing to experiment with rhythm, minor prophecy, and light interpretive dance. Must be okay with owls.
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For Sale: Bag of Miscellaneous Keys
Twenty-three keys. None labeled. Some quite old. One possibly unlocks an ancient door, a bureaucratic cabinet, or the heart of a skeptical librarian. 2 aureals for the lot.
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Available – One Gentleman’s Left Shoe
Black, size uncertain (possibly 9 or thereabouts), last seen near the wishing well. If you are the gentleman who walked home listing noticeably to starboard, your shoe awaits you.
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Found: Turnip With a Face
Discovered weeping in the market stall after closing. Looks mildly disappointed. Claim promptly, or it will be donated to the Culinary Institute of Experimental Soups.
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Beehive Rehoming Service
Your bees too lively? Let us transport your swarm to safer pastures. No hive too irritable. All handling done with veils, reverence, and surprisingly few lawsuits. Contact Brother Alaric at the Abbey Apiary.
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Wanted: Violently Enthusiastic Flag Wavers
For the upcoming Bunting Ceremony. No previous experience necessary, but weak wrists discouraged. Must swear loyalty to the Flagmaster General. Free snacks provided. Report to the Parade Green at dawn.
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Seeking Roommate (With Manners)
Shared quarters available in the basement of the School of Philosophical Mechanics. Must not play the hurdy-gurdy after midnight. Rent negotiable. Hot water unreliable. Apply via message tube #44.
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For Sale – Jumper of Considerable Warmth
Hand-knit from the wool of a sheep that survived a lightning strike. Pattern: swirling cloud motifs. Slight smell of burnt toast. 3 aureals or best offer. Enquire at Elsie’s Shed, east gate.
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FOR SALE:
Sturdy wardrobe (cedar-lined), growls only on humid days. Two doors, no mirror, possibly noble. See Gilda at Stall 9, Eastgate Market.
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FOR TRADE:
One mildly haunted mirror for a cheerful set of curtains (thick, non-judgmental). Ask for Tamsin at the Larkvale Crossroads Inn.
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WANTED:
Explanation of recurring dream involving soup, church bells, and a man named Clifton. Contact Miss Thernley via Box 6, Hollowpine Post.
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MISSING:
Wicker basket with four apples and one audacious frog (responds to “Tupper”). If found, leave at steps of Brindlewood Chapel.
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SEND SASE TO:
Mister Droll, Box 14, Dunharrow Post. Instructions will follow. Tell no one.
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WANTED:
Someone to retrieve a book from the top shelf without reading it. Discretion required. Apply in person to Desk 4, Lower Stacks, Hermitage Library.
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FOR SALE:
Sturdy wardrobe (cedar-lined), growls only on humid days. Two doors, no mirror, possibly noble. See Gilda at Stall 9, Eastgate Market.
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FOR SALE:
Assorted left shoes (7 total), good condition, lightly used. Contact Remie Joll at #4 Drayfoot Lane, Inverness.
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ANNOUNCEMENT:
Forming conversational society for thoughtful staring. Gatherings on Tuesdays by the third puddle west of the Archive steps. Bring tea.
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FREE TO GOOD HOME:
A boxed set of enchanted teacups (occasional whispering, rarely bite). Inquire at Mrs. Balling’s Window, Broadmead Green.
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FOR SALE:
Ornamental weather vane shaped like a smug owl. Points east. Always east. Possibly cursed. Contact Dreg Soller, Cobbler’s Yard, Dunharrow.
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FRESH CHEESE WEEKLY – GOAT OR COW
Wrapped in cloth, salted right. Come early for the soft round. 5 silver each. Sold behind the shrine steps, Sundays only.
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LOOKING TO TRADE – COPPER KETTLE FOR CHEESE PRESS
No dings, no rust. Press must be sound. Might consider butter churn. See Ernald, far side of market square, yellow cloak.
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SEND SASE FOR “52 BREAD RECIPES FOR A FRUGAL TABLE”
Hard times or just bored of rye? Old Aunt Nell’s booklet will warm your hearth. Write: Box 11, Mosswood Fork. Enclose 3 pence for postage.
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BUYING CLEAN FEATHERS – GOOSE OR DUCK
Paying 2 copper per handful. Needed for bedding and quills. No lice, no mess. Deliver to Darnell’s Dry Store before sunset.
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CLOTHES MENDING DONE CHEAP
Tears, buttons, cuffs and hems. I don’t ask where the hole came from. Stitching clean. Drop bundle in the green box by the chapel steps.
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TINSMITH REPAIRS – POTS, LANTERNS, TOY WHISTLES
If it’s dented, I can fix it. If it leaks, I can plug it. Located beside the cooper’s yard. Fair rates. Name’s Will.
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LOST – LEATHER SATCHEL NEAR EAST WOOD
Contains ledger book, parcel string, and mother’s comb. Honest return earns reward, no questions. Leave with mill clerk.
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HENHOUSE FOR SALE – STURDY, DRY, RATPROOF
Built last year. Roof tarred. Room for a dozen hens and one proud rooster. Buyer hauls. 6 crowns or best offer.
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HOMEMADE PICKLES – CUCUMBER, BEET, OR ONION
Old family brine, no nonsense. Sold in crocks or wrapped in wax. 4 silver for three. Ask for Gilda at the brewer’s back gate.
Featured Obituaries
Obituary: Rodger Bianchovi, 57
Former acquaintances recall him chiefly for his passionate advocacy of self-interest, his loathing of soap, and his ability to turn any gathering into an argument about “energy frequencies.” He was, for a brief and bewildering time, employed as a part-time poetry instructor at the Inverness Community Annex, from which he was dismissed after insisting students “write only in the key of Aquarius.”
Editorials
EYE ON AMERICA
The Vanishing Art of Self-Respect Imagine living in a country where one feels compelled to wear their jammies and slippers in public. That, apparently, is where America now finds itself—so much so that the U.S. Transportation Secretary has publicly pleaded with travelers to stop shuffling into airports dressed for naptime. In any other era, this would be satire. In modern America, it is a press statement. There is something strangely revealing about this moment. Not because pajamas are inherently wicked, and not because one should dress like a diplomat to endure airport security—but because it speaks to a deeper cultural
EYE ON AMERICA
America has always been a generous nation, and rightly so. A wealthy republic with a vast economy ought to have a social safety net that protects its vulnerable. But generosity without vigilance is an open invitation to abuse—and nowhere is this more painfully obvious than in the unfolding welfare-fraud scandals in Minnesota.
EYE ON AMERICA
You don’t need to spend long studying geopolitics to see what’s happening. Countries all over the world — left, right, monarchies, coalitions, technocracies, and everything in between — enforce their borders. Quietly. Consistently. Without apology. They do it not because they are cruel, but because it is the bare minimum required for sovereignty.
Crime & Law
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