Another great chapter, little disappointed though.....

This story doesn't have enough attention! I mean 170 views and only 22 likes? This need MORE! Hope it gets the little flame by the time it's finished because more peeps need to read this!

9003712

Thank you very much!
Though, I'm afraid it will take years before the story will be completed - we've planned quite a lot to happen.

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So this is gonna be a FO:E Project Horizons kind of behemoth. Well I ain't too sad about that, means more story and worldbuilding!

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Well, I hope it won't be that big kind of behemoth - it would be nice to finish the story before we hit a million words mark. I think that Somber once said something like that, too.
Anyway, we have a few side stories planned, and one of them may end up even longer than Aftersound itself.

Absolutely love thus story! I can’t wait to see where it goes from here

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I look forward to all you got planned!

Ya know it always kinda irks me to see this story have not enough likes and no features yet. It’s much better than most that are in the hundreds and I hope it doesn’t discourage the author. Somehow this needs more exposure. It’s definitely got me hooked.

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Thanks!
As long as I have at least one person reading it, I'll continue to write. That, and I also absolutely hate to leave things unfinished.

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Thanks!

I'm enjoying this story and looking forward to more.

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Thanks! The next chapter will to be posted in about a month.

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reading that part of her killing her own dad..... ya this is where i say

You leave horrible lives in this miserable place

Live.

who, by the merit of surrounding them area

who, by the merit of the surrounding area

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Already fixed.
Thank you very much for noticing!

“I’ve seen your kind before, you know,” Scuff Gear stated in a suddenly melancholic voice, slowly moving towards the towering near thr wall rack with the large boxes

“I’ve seen your kind before, you know,” Scuff Gear stated in a suddenly melancholic voice, slowly moving towards the towering rack near the wall with the large boxes

I love them, the very bright fillies, but honestly, they don’t know a shit

I love them, the very bright fillies, but honestly, they don’t know shit

As far as I know, there are, like, less than two dozens of ponies from

As far as I know, there are, like, less than two dozen ponies from

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Fixed.
It would have been embarassing if I didn't knew already that the first few chapters are a mess. Very sorry about that and thank you.

it is a vast thaumagical field existing in the underlying to ours plane of space and time

it is a vast thaumagical field existing in the underlying plane of space and time next to ours

9774581

Fixed.
Thanks again.

Ashes reminded me the workponies from Ponyville construction crew – sturdy, simple and a bit rough at the edges, all of that was only emphasized by her being an earth pony. An unkempt hair of grey color and a pelt of a bit lighter hue were perfectly matching her name, even her eyes were of a steel color. I doubted that this coloration was caused by the age – Ashes looked like an young adult, although, it was hard to determine an age of a pony in the Edge. Her body was almost entirely covered in a dark dirty working robe – and there was a reason for it. Parts of her skin, which were not protected by the cloth beared the pockmarks of little burns – a price of being showered by slag on daily basis. In corner of her mouth sat a dead cigarette, and judging by how chewed on it was – it was the same cigarette she was smoking when we first met her at the smelter.

Ashes reminded me of the workponies from Ponyville construction crew – sturdy, simple and a bit rough at the edges, all of that was only emphasized by her being an earth pony. An unkempt hair of grey color and a pelt of a bit lighter hue were perfectly matching her name, even her eyes were of a steel color. I doubted that this coloration was caused by the age – Ashes looked like an young adult, although, it was hard to determine an age of a pony in the Edge. Her body was almost entirely covered in a dark dirty working robe – and there was a reason for it. Parts of her skin, which were not protected by the cloth beared the pockmarks of little burns – a price of being showered by slag on daily basis. In the corner of her mouth sat a dead cigarette, and judging by how chewed on it was – it was the same cigarette she was smoking when we first met her at the smelter.

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Fixed.
Thank you for spending your time and pointing out those mistakes.