362 days after a wizard cursed the REALM…
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It was a sad day when Phan was designated as Wordler 362. She was the village baker, which meant there’d be no fresh-baked cinnamon buns while she was out questing for the day’s Word of Power.
“Maybe you can stay,” said a particularly distraught Wordler 361. “My word was so PRIMO, it’s bound to be good enough for two days.”
“That’s not how it works and you know it,” said 362. “We need a new word each day to stave off the doom of the village.”
“But could the doom of the village be any worse than a day without cinnamon buns?”
“You’re very sweet,” said 362.
“So are your cinnamon buns. Please don’t go!”
362 just shrugged. Duty-bound, she set out along the path to the east. To the delight of all, she returned early, and with a word that she could also use in her baking. “I’ve been meaning to get a new one of these anyway,” she said, as she delivered a tray of late afternoon buns to a delighted crowd of celebrants.
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