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Nov 17Liked by Alexander Ipfelkofer

"The Old Man of Stoer stood stoically in the setting sun, a white hat upon his head. The pyramids were gone, and already, the ice was melting. Soon, it would be spring, and inside Bee’s Inn sat Isabeau, little Samson on her lap, insisting on hearing the legend of The Man Who Wouldn’t Die."

This is a marvellous closing line. It feels like the cycle completes but could yet begin again.

Fantastic conclusion to a fantastical piece!

Sorry to hear of the news. Thinking of you all.

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Thanks, Nate. Everything repeats, yes. Glad to hear the ending worked.

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Nov 15Liked by Alexander Ipfelkofer

Really enjoyed this Alexander 👍🏼

Sorry to hear you got bad news this week. Hope all is OK with you and the family 🙏

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Thanks, Dan. Much appreciated. We all hope, trying times… sadly…

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Nov 19Liked by Alexander Ipfelkofer

This is my most beloved part of the story. It oozes with vivid poetry. The Carter cover is simple yet sleek and gorgeous. I wish you and your loved ones strength. Family is the most important thing right now. We'll be here. Hugs.

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Thanks so much, Nadia. 🙏 Hopefully Friday will bring good news... 🤲

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Nov 19Liked by Alexander Ipfelkofer

I wish that for you.

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This piece's blend of action, mystery, and sacrifice kept me captivated from beginning to end, Alexander. Awesome work! Bravo!

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Thank you, Silvio! So happy you liked it!

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Mysterious and haunting! Really enjoyed this and think it come together in a great way - some heated dialogue as well.

Sorry to hear you’ve had bad news. Take care, Alexander 💜

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Thank you, Kate!

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Nov 15Liked by Alexander Ipfelkofer

“I have prisoners to prepare,” Hilgar said. ( creepy good )

“See the chip at the back of his head? Total control. He does what I tell him. As will you.” ( sounds like 2024, Alexander. We are well on track...)

"... it came down on his head, shattering him into tiny, frozen clumps. She let the hammer drop with a muted howl." ( ahhh. thank you. Phew!)

An excellent story with a wild ending. But I do object to the black tentacle sprouting from his forehead. Not exactly the image I had in mind for a hero .... ha ha ha .

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Thanks, Sharron! Phew, what a ride, eh? Tentacles are sometimes a necessary weevil ;)

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Nov 15Liked by Alexander Ipfelkofer

well, yes. but possibly the lesser of two weevils....

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always the lesser weevil!

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