Brass Ep. 74
Iron re-took the driver’s seat. “Head west,” said Fuen. “My friends waiting on the shores of the peninsula. She’ll get us off this island.”
Copper hesitated at the door. “If what you said is true,” she sighed, “were merely dreams.”
“There’s nothing mere about dreams,” replied Fuen.
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Little Fears 
Yay 😁 loving Fuen in this story!
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Cheers, mate. Glad her arrival was welcome.
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Wow…wonderful piece. Fuen though.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Fuen is right! 🙂
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She usually is. 🙂
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Nothing mere about dreams… I’ll take that on a tee shirt!
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Hah, done!
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