“My name is Aurelius, and I’ve spent many years collecting stories no one ever asked me for.”
“Some are heartwarming. Others are absurd. Most should have stayed tucked away in a drawer… but stories have a bad habit of escaping.”
If you’ve made it this far, it’s already too late to turn back.
Come in. I’ll introduce them to you, one by one.
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Gregorius
Scholar, archivist, and tireless hunter of documents no one even knew existed.
Orian
“A minstrel with a melancholy smile who never seeks the spotlight. They say he knows every story the forest has to tell, but he only shares them when the wind feels like telling them too.”
“…When he leaves a village, no one remembers exactly which song he was playing. But for a few days afterward, everyone is just a little kinder.”
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Sister Potato of Lourdes Foo-Foo
A nun by vocation, a gardener by conviction, and a specialist in explaining things that should have remained nothing more than thoughts.
Her treatise on the proper ventilation of turnips and foo-foos remains banned from the convent library.
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Sister Piety of the Absurd Sorrows
She is the only nun in the convent who enters the Fresh Room carrying an empty basket and always comes back out looking thoroughly satisfied. Mother Patience has decided to stop asking questions.
She insists that turnips need affection too. No one has been willing to explore the subject any further.
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Sister Chastity
A pure soul with a simple heart. She is still trying to figure out exactly what a foo-foo is, and whether there are seeds to grow them in the convent garden. The other sisters have agreed to change the subject whenever she asks.
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Mother Patience
Mother Patience
No one remembers the last time she lost her composure. Most likely because it hasn’t happened yet. Even so, every now and then she’s seen looking up at the sky with an expression that only God seems to understand.
“The Lord granted her a rare gift: living with Sister Potato, Sister Piety, and Sister Chastity without ever requesting a transfer.”
