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Story: Dorsalee Spoon Ring & Armor Part 1
Story by: Gail Noble © 2025
Cover Illus. by Gail Nobles

Dorsalee’s heart was heavy; nearly a year had passed since her twin sister, Janice, was taken from this world in the most brutal of ways.

Janice had always represented mystery. While they were growing up, she had been a whirlwind of secrets. There were rumors swirling around about her sister's past, whispers of things Janice had seen, or perhaps uncovered, that made her life orbit around shadows. In her final moments, before tragedy struck, she had handed Dorsalee a peculiar token: an armor spoon ring, made from a spoon, resembling both elegance and strength. "Wear it for me, Dorsalee. In the face of darkness, remember your light," Janice had told her, tears shimmering in her brown eyes.

Dorsalee had promised to wear it; it was all she had left of her sister. She slipped it on her finger every morning, hoping its enchantment would protect her from the evils of the world that had taken her sister away.

Little did she know, darkness had not retreated. Instead, it was searching for her. The murderer who had taken the life of Janice was still out there, lurking like a shadow waiting to embrace her. He had never been caught, evading justice, but his mind was a web of obsession. He had watched Janice, and now, he had turned his sights onto Dorsalee.

In the weeks following Janice’s funeral, strange occurrences began to unfurl in Dorsalee’s life. She found herself followed—the echo of footsteps behind her, a chill that would crawl down her spine. But she wouldn’t let fear engulf her. Dorsalee found comfort in her sister’s spirit; she kept a journal of Janice’s secrets, piecing together her mysterious life from the pieces left behind. It was a medley of poetry, recipes, and puzzles that painted Janice as a warrior, her armor made from the very essence of life.

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Sponge Ring and Armor Part one. Dorsily's heart was heavy.
Nearly a year had passed since her twin sister, Janice,

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was taken from this world in the most brutal of ways.
Janice had always represented mystery while they were growing up.
She had been a WorldWind of secrets. There were rumors
swirling around about her sister's passed, whispers of things Janice

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had seen or perhaps uncovered that made her life orbit
around shadows. In her final moments before tragedy scrugg she
had handed Dorsally a peculiar token, an armor spoon ring

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made from a spoon, resembling both elegance and strength. Wear
it for me, Dorsally, in the face of darkness, Remember
your light, Janice had told her, tears shimmering in her
brown eyes. Dorsally had promised to wear it. It was

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all she had left of her sister. She slipped it
on her finger every morning, hoping its enchantment would protect
her from the evils of the world that had taken
her sister away. Little did she know, darkness had not retreated. Instead,

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it was searching for her. The murder who had taken
the life of Janice was still out there, lurking like
a shadow, waiting to embrace her. He had never been
caught evading justice, but his mind was a well of obsession.

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He had watched Janice, and now he had turned his
sights on to Dorsally. In the weeks following Janesi's funeral,
strange occurrences began to unfurl in Dorsily's life. She found
herself followed the echo of footsteps behind her, a chill

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that would crawl down her spine, but she wouldn't let
fear engulf her. Dorsally found comfort in her sister's spirit.
She kept a journal of Janici's secrets, piecing together her
mysterious life from the pieces left behind. It was a

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medley of poetry, recipes, and puzzles that painted Janice as
a warrior, her armor made from the very essence of life.
You're listening to. Fashioned Fiction of Dorsal Lee by Gale Nobles,

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