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HoC Ep. 20: The Master of This House, Pt. 2

One Week Later… Heather followed the doctor through the quiet hall of the clinic, closed to normal clients for the evening. The faintly antiseptic smell of the recently washed floors and tables mixed with the whiff of vitamin snacks hidden … Continue reading

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HoC Ep. 19: The Master of This House, Pt. 1

Up on the ladder, Rune swept the brush left and right, spreading a thick daub of paint across the molding where the wall met the ceiling in the solarium. After the experience of falling out of that tree–not landing on … Continue reading

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HoC Ep. 18: Alley Cat Blues

Dopple found a rock in the scraggly backyard. “We’re not going to have a lot of time,” she said. “Do you see her?” The tom cupped his hands around his eyes and peered in the dark window. “Something must be … Continue reading

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HoC Ep. 17: God Save the Queen

Heather felt the tip of her pencil tear into the paper. Rune’s front paws, planted on the two sides of the open phonebook, obscured the number she had been copying down. “What do you mean, hire someone?” Rune asked. He … Continue reading

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HoC Ep. 16: A Jury of Your Peers

George knew, when he saw her car in the driveway, that he had company, but he hoped it was not so even as he opened the unlocked front door and walked into the living room. The coffee table had sprouted … Continue reading

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HoC Ep. 15: Second Place

Carlisle dug his hind claws into the tree trunk and shoved himself up another foot. The pull in the tendons of his front paws felt wonderful after a busy week spent cooped up inside. His spine stretched and bunched as … Continue reading

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HoC Ep. 14: One Morning

If George Ellison heard one more advertisement about how the housing market was turning around, he would kill something. If it was doing so much better, why couldn’t he afford to hire a private investigator to skulk around in bushes … Continue reading

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