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Blood of the Saint, A Robert Asher Story
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Story by Adam Casalino March 7, 1936: Robert Asher wasn’t feeling well. His head was throbbing and his vision was blurred. Every subtle noise would send stabs of pain through his skull. A glass of Alka-Seltzer was foaming beside his hand. He absentmindedly rubbed the welt on the side of…
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The Ghost Bride, A Robert Asher Story
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Story by Adam Casalino June 1, 1952: Jonathan Lewis paced back and forth in his room. For the fifth time that morning, he checked himself in the mirror. The flower in his lapel was crooked. His hair wasn’t right. The suit felt baggy, then too tight. There wasn’t enough air…
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Oblivion, a Robert Asher Story
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Story by Adam Casalino October 2, 1965: Robert Asher was on hold. Easy listening music, meant to sooth the caller, was playing on the other end. The rumba sounded like it was coming through a crushed cigarette box. Asher was not one for rumba music, or dancing for that matter. …
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The Sand Dragon – Al’s Dream Journal
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I found myself on the precipice of a tall mountain. Beneath me I could see a great expanse of land. I could see cities, mountains, and myriad villages dotted throughout. But I saw no foliage. No green of any kind. As I watched the Sun and Moon cycle over this…
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Don’t Eat the Barnacles on the Side of Boats!
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Sometimes the fish aren’t biting. Blame it on dumb luck, blame it on the fact that I forgot to get bait, either way, you need to find an alternate source of food. But out in the sea, there are no pubs. So a dwarf has to improvise! I heard it…