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The sign over the door read “Deliveries Only.” The Mage lifted his fist to pound, then cursed in pain; his arm refused to obey. Somehow, it’d broken, likely during that final, explosive spell he’d cast. Continue reading
Andrew stood up, next to Joseph and half a head taller, and called, “Mom, it’s only…”
“Daddy?” squeaked Eloise. Continue reading
“Mom?” Andrew’s heart pounded when he heard Bethany’s voice echoing through the sewer tunnel, at the same time that Joseph, his form flickering and strengthening, turned away from the boy to mouth her name. Continue reading
Carrots. Original public domain image from Wikimedia Commons
Bethany and her three daughters stumble through the limestone tunnel, Twins leading. The Twins shrieked as one, as if they’d seen a ghost. Which they had; the Speakeasy, though decimated, still gathers in death the same people it had in life. Continue reading
Carrots. Original public domain image from Wikimedia Commons
The mage froze. He’d traveled the world, shadow and otherwise. Yet no one in the terrestrial world ever saw him, except for these two Twins. Continue reading
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