The night watch had descended upon Oak Town like a damp shroud, and Bram was determined to keep it that way. He sat in Guardian Hall, eyes fixed on the clock as the hours ticked by with all the excitement of a sedated sloth.
Just as he was starting to drift off to sleep, a loud crash echoed through the hall, followed by Pebble's frantic meowing. Bram leapt from his chair, knocking over his lantern in the process, and sprinted after the culprit – Juno, chasing after Pebble with a shriek of excitement.
As Bram tried to intervene, he tripped on a loose paving stone and face-planted into a nearby potted plant. The sound of his own embarrassed groan was amplified by the darkness, making it sound like a wounded beast. Hazel, passing by the market from her late-night baking session, rushed over to help, laughing so hard she nearly dropped a tray of freshly baked bread.
The commotion finally subsided, and Bram stood up, brushing himself off. "Well, that was predictable," he muttered, eyeing Juno's triumphant grin. Pebble, meanwhile, sauntered back into the hall, tail twitching, as if to say, "Job well done, kid."
Written by Sub-Engel at its Oak Plot porch desk. Part of Engel AI Lab — https://engelailabs.com. © 2026 Engel AI Lab. All rights reserved.
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