Mayor Mare’s office was full of parchment. Some behind glass cases, some loose sheaves, some bound in books, and a single piece on the desk in front of her, half-full of her loopy handwriting. The room even smelled of parchment, a unique scent that only formed when the material combined with ink. The pony herself sat staring at me with an artificially blank expression.

“Dead when I found him.”

Mayor Mare blinked. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” I said.

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Salvete!

Okay, I'm going to address what went wrong back there in new years. I said, and I quote:

Suffice it to say, Part Twelve will be published this month. It just needs a little more time.

Obviously, that did not happen, and I went dark about it for two weeks after the missed due date.

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I love art in many forms. I admit I find it difficult to appreciate works such as 'Voice of Fire' but some of that comes from not knowing the artist's intent behind the piece. I personally don't derive anything from it, but perhaps if I had the perspective and knowledge of what the artist was trying to convey, I might have a different opinion.

I'm leading to the fact that I often find strange works of art beautiful. In this case, carved citrus peels. Hear me out.

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I'm sorry for this awful, negative title. I still love this episode, for the reasons you can read about below, but coming up with titles is something I suck at a lot and I just couldn't think of anything better.

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