The Secret of Biosyn: Act III

His people live beneath a farmhouse, secluded and sheltered from the outside world. however, ian's life is thrown into chaos when the family of giant rodents receives a new guest.

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Drawing on the Past

It showed the ancient farmhouse as it might have been when it was new, fresh wood shining golden in the sunlight.

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Two Worlds Collide - Chapter 11 – The Price of Revenge…Regret

Coming up to the edge of the woods, myself and the deputy edged forward, scanning the farmhouse. the farmhouse was old, but well-kept.

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Two Worlds Collide - Chapter 9 – Best Laid Schemes, Gang Aft Agley

Opening them, i found some simple records and a set of resized blueprints for a farmhouse.

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A Curtain Falls Over Furdom 41: Separation

Also sunny was the memory weeks ago in the farmhouse when i ate oatmeal with shadow. it was after my first kiss, and he 'rescued' an embarrassing glob of oatmeal off my chin.

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Sparks of an Ancient Light - Chapter 3

She looked back at the abandoned farmhouse. steeling herself to venture to it, ibiza climbed the steps of the front porch and pushed the main door open. the interior was gloomy and forlorn.

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Lucario: A Pokemon Trainer (Chapter 1)

My feet seemed to be directing me toward that farmhouse on the horizon, and i let them take me, as my mind was tired enough to trust their judgment. i did take a moment to look back at the oak tree.

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Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 107

Mateo was giving directions to his _own_ home, a farmhouse far removed from town, a farmhouse that didn't even have any labourers working the fields right now because it was the dead of winter, a farmhouse that, at this very moment, was completely empty.

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A Patient Death 25: Deliverance

Finally, they reached the edge of the cover, a short sprint separating them from the farmhouse proper. it was maybe twenty metres, too far for breeze to run, that was for sure.

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Tina's Story -Chapter 99 -Dead Man Writing- A Gray Muzzle story

The rope recoiled it's slack with a mighty tug, and his large lifeless body swung eerily in the now silent farmhouse. within the half hour, the farmhouse was wound in yellow crime scene tape.

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Following One's Roots

And sure enough, someone came running out of the seemingly abandoned farmhouse mere seconds after i had taken cover. "too close..."

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