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    By Fiorino Pera, 2010-07-02
    Yesterday, when Rico and I carried the big yellow sack into the mill, Pepe il Mulinaio began to yell at us most ferociously. What do you think you are doing? Are you trying to make off with my flour without paying for it?.

    Rico and I looked at each other and...

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    Summer breakfast al fresco


    By Fiorino Pera, 2010-07-01
    The Prince of Melioria, whom I have known all my life without suspecting that he was a prince, has often told me that his cook, the Signorina Cece, is a genius. He says that she can cook cakes and all manner of sweets, and can prepare a fruit cocktail that the prince says she learned from the...

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    Life: Spontaneous or Generative?


    By Eleas LeRoux, 2010-07-01
    Eleas LeRoux, Year of Our Lord 178_

    Among the great questions of our age is that to do with the origins of life. We call this the question of abiogenesis, of origins, of beginnings.

    Does life arise all around us all the time, from nothing? The theory...

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    Port Melioria filled with cargo


    By Fiorino Pera, 2010-06-30
    Early this morning Rico and I went to the docks again. I was hoping that more ships were coming from Venezia with our friends, but that did not happen. Instead, many ships came in with cargo: barrels and crates were lined up on the decking of the wharf in no time.

    As soon as...

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    Arrival in Port Melioria


    By Fiorino Pera, 2010-06-29
    As we pulled into the port of the isle of Melioria, Rico and I thought we would be the first to get off the ship. We were so ready! But what a surprise when everyone rushed, and we lost each other in the crowd. I waited on the dock and kept calling out Rico's name.

    It was...

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    Leaving Venezia


    By Fiorino Pera, 2010-06-28

    Somebody told me that the English say that men do not cry. Well, I am not yet a man and I am not at all English. I am Venetian. In Venezia I see that men express emotion. So I admit that...

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    Me, myself and I... and possible you If you read this.


    By Lord Gabriel Haven, 2010-06-25
    As I stand on the balcony of Avilion Ballroom. I notice I am without a dance partner, Oh how those pose balls could be put to some use. A lovely evening, but a lovely evening with no one to enjoy it with.


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    C uria di San Pietro in Castello
    Comunicato del Mons. Giovanelli a nome di S.E. Rev.ma Giovanni Bragadin , Patriarca

    Following the shocking death of Suor Maria Sofia, may she rest in peace, His Excellency the Most Reverend...

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    Having been engaged in close study of small objects, and suffering from less than perfect eyesight as I do, I was inspired by some passages I came across in a rare copy of the English Friar Roger Bacon's work, the Opus maius, which describes not only the workings of the eye now more or less...

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    I received an urgent message, delivered by a mounted courier, from the pen of my colleague, Dr. Pekel, and calling for my witness to an examination of the body of a woman found in the waters of the Venetian canal.

    It was my initial suspicion that this person might have drowned, but the...

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