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21: Juggle all the world’s detritus

Cadbury Fife arrived at the offices of Cadbury Fife’s Detective Agency. He decided to surprise the world by entering via the front door. Cadbury: [Entering via the front door] What is going on here!? Gullet: Database Entry, Profile Assessment, Psychological … Continue reading

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11: People are toxic to the human condition

Cadbury sits on the private balcony of Cadbury’s Detective Agency, alone, staring at a massive sprawl of humanity spreading out into the night. Each shimmering light is both a glimmer of hope and a spore of a vast, deadly disease. Cadbury: People … Continue reading

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10: A silent killer with a feather duster

Mr. Gullet moved like a silent killer with a feather duster. Indeed, he was a killer of dust, sliding around the room getting into every corner… every nook, every foreboding cranny. The crannies were often the problem areas, both for … Continue reading

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5: The ratatat madness of human affairs

Solitude was bliss, for Cadbury Fife. Bliss undisturbed by the ratatat madness of human affairs and the ceaseless clanking of the machinery that held things together. Of course, this time of bliss was usually spent planning his own affairs and how much ratatat madness they would … Continue reading

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4: A troubled woman in a dirty window

Through her Gin & Lemonade, Selia stared the evening storm down. It had begun pouring rain outside her home and she felt very wet, though outside her skin she was as dry as a bone. Her thoughts ricocheted between acquiescence and … Continue reading

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3: Squander my solitude with your presence

Returning to Cadbury’s office, Selia again found herself disoriented. The ambiance had shifted dramatically and now resembled something akin to a sauna room at a morgue. A dankness had also swept the outside sky and either night was falling early, or … Continue reading

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2: Whispering, with bucket on head

The reception at Cadbury’s Detective Agency was a sordid affair, overrun with trinkets from eras that either were long past or yet to arrive. Entering from a new direction Selia noticed that it looked like an entirely different room, an … Continue reading

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1: The appointment, so called

Cadbury Fife slapped the private entrance to his office affectionately as he walked through it. He calmly oriented himself behind his desk and then, just as he was deliberating between placing his feet on the desk and placing his arms … Continue reading

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