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                <title>Parable of the Atmosphere</title>
                <link>https://fictitious-musings.pckt.blog/parable-of-the-atmosphere-d8w923r</link>
                <description><![CDATA[We are all creative souls, this is the very nature of being human and our creative energies while they seem inconsequential to us are deeply powerful for those beings that to whom they give life. In the deep places of the world those creative energies flow and when the conditions are just right give rise to beings born of pure creative energy. Long ago these beings have found a way to harness our creative energies pooling them and drawing on them to perform acts of incredible magic in service of...]]></description>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2026 23:23:56 +0000</pubDate>
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                <description><![CDATA[It was just as bad as Special Agent Tricia Masters had imagined it - maybe worse. The big pieces of the shooting had fallen into place quickly. The car&#039;s plates had gotten them to a registration and drivers license in Texas with a photo that matched the body they had in the morgue. Home address, records of the gun purchase, they&#039;d found the serial numbers scratched at but still easily matching the records that the gun shop was required to hold on to. Of course there was also Dick. Robert Hasting...]]></description>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2026 04:39:32 +0000</pubDate>
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                <title>1.</title>
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                <description><![CDATA[Carol heard the distant ratta-tat-tat both echoed and obscured by the long cold hallways of the mall. She was sitting on a bench next to an empty fountain, picking at the cold beef and broccoli she&#039;d gotten from the Panda Express. She normally wouldn&#039;t have time for such a luxury, 15 minutes for lunch was all she was allowed, but today she&#039;d decided to splurge. After all the mall was nearly empty, there was no major holidays that would spur the reckless spending that helped to keep the last of t...]]></description>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2026 02:06:50 +0000</pubDate>
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