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TCE Fiction: Lessons for the Long Haul
‘And that concludes our discussion of the main differences between Shia and Sunni Islam,’ said Henry, closing his book. ‘Thank you to William and Fatimah for your insightful presentation on […]
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TCE Fiction: Wanderlust
This is the story of the people who had forgotten their own story. They lived a long time ago, by the shore of a lake, in the midst of a […]
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TCE Fiction: A Home That Works
The soft light of the lantern flickered faintly. Its reservoir of vegetable oil was running low, but Marta hardly noticed. She was bent over the kitchen table, studying the series […]
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TCE Fiction: A City By The Sea
There is a city I know of, a city by the sea, whose walls look out westward over the water. Wherever one goes in that city, the sound of the […]
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TCE Fiction: The Long Road North
The immigrants were lean and their clothing unsuited to the February chill. In Faizal’s tiny office, the clock ticked loudly as he straightened the papers on his desk, checking the […]
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TCE Fiction: At the Door of Green Chapel
A cold wind whistled down the ravine as the two figures rode on. Snow clung to the high crags above, and the horses snorted and tossed their heads as they […]
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TCE Fiction: A Spark in the Deeps
Henry found a seat and checked his watch. The café was warm after the biting November wind, and the soft harmonies of some forgotten indie band sighed contentedly over the […]
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A Long Way Back
Grampa and Gramma lived on Francis Street, across from the Tannery, in a house made of red brick. It was an old house, older than Kitchener, in fact, because Kitchener […]
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The End of One Thing, The Beginning of Another
Marta swayed in her seat as the ION jolted along its track. A half-century of wear could be heard in every squeal and judder the old train gave forth, but […]
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TCE Fiction: The Hour and The Hinge
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